It's only been like A MILLION years since I've updated. xD Well, a few entries ago I believe I said something about public school and all that. Well, I'm done now. :D All finished. I'll be starting cosmetology school in the fall, and getting my dimples pierced in May. I've been henna tattooing like crazy and I have decided that I will ask out the cute blonde barista at Starbucks. That is all. When I have something more interesting to post, I will. Until then, know that my Facebook is used much more than my Livejournal, so feel free to friend me there. Clicky.

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Have a video from me. :] EAT LOTS OF TURKEY/TOFURKEY.

First of all, I realize that I'm 'young and don't need to be worrying about this now, because I can always change my mind and crap later!' Okay? I REALIZE THIS. THANKS BUT NO THANKS.

( And here's the actual story. )

So my mama rescued a stray doggie.

And HOLY SHIT HE'S FUCKEN HUGE.

It's this GINORMOUSLJDFJLDSJf German Shepard puppy — PUPPY, LIKE EIGHT OR NINE MONTHS OLD, AND IS AS BIG AS A WORG — and his name's Lucky. He's uber friendly and happy and peppy and obedient. But my dogs hate him. We've got him in our backyard while Baby and Tinkerbelle are locked in the house. We called the number on the tag and I think Mom's gonna call the pound or something, but I just wanna PLAY WITH HIM HE'S SO CUTE AND SO FUCKING HAPPY.

And it's a boy. I just made the title that because it was convenient.

Okay, that's a little dramatic. But still. I'm usually good in school at all the subjects that I consider to matter in life: English, History, Science. For the most part, there isn't much comprehension. It's just memorize, regurgitate. But now I've been put in a math class and I keep failing everything, and since I have to do a lot at home, I fail at home, and then I don't even have a teacher to help me and tell me what I did wrong. It makes me feel so freaking stupid. :/

Well, public school hasn't been the nightmare I imagined it would be. I mean, I still think most of it's asinine ('Drake, you can't have pepper spray. It's a weapon.' 'Drake, you can't have a pocket knife, it's a weapon.' 'Drake, you say 'good morning' when someone says it to you.' 'Drake, say the pledge of allegiance with everyone else.'), but I get work done much faster. I've already finished three classes. :D I have like, 18 more credits to finish, but hey, I'm workin on it. Also, my Biology teacher is a Trekkie, so we get a long pretty well. And my English teacher is a fantasy nerd, so we're always geeking out about LotR. And I'm the only redhead in my class, so it makes me feel special.

I got invited to the Angels of Isis, which is one of Isis's dance performing companies, so YAY. First meeting on October seventh! *dancedance* I might be going to the dance party (haffla) on Saturday, but I don't wanna go alone, so I'm considering bribing Genny/Taryn to go with me with a promise that I'll buy their tickets. I told Annie, one of the teachers there, that I didn't want to go because I don't really have any 'dance friends.' And she was like, "Oh, don't worry! I'll sic my son on you! He's intelligent and funny and blhaskjdfljsd.' And then I was like O_O Um... does it sound like I'm being pimped out, or what? No. So I'll try to bring my own friends instead of having one 'sicked on me.'

Also, might see the new Star Trek movie again in the dollar theater on Sunday. Only because I want to see Chekov running through the Enterprise going I KEN DO ZAT I KEN DO ZAT! AUGH he's so cuddly! I JUST WANT TO SQUEEZE HIM AND KEEP HIM FOREVER. ...Is that creepy of me?

Long story short, my brother has absolutely no respect for me. He has his stupid, loud, obnoxious friends over practically every day, ALL day, so I'm always having to run back to Mommy's room to do my homework because I can't concentrate because they're too DAMN LOUD. All they do is play video games and computer games and blast their crappy music and laugh and yell at the top of their lungs and I'm TIRED OF ITTT.

( Rest of my whining behind the cut. )

Or maybe a lot.

( Okay, so I cheated. A lot. BUT WHO'S GONNA FIND OUT? )

( Part two! )

I bragged about how I made a snarky expression and got my ID taken in my Slytherin uniform, and now there's proof! ...Kind of.

( I kind of scratched a lot of stuff out, but that's just because I'm trying to lower my stalker count. Surely you understand. )