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 was thinking of getting a tattoo some time. Over the years I've gathered quotes that I know for sure I want inked, and so far I haaaaave...

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Yes. I'm going back to public school in the 'fall' (which is technically still summer in Texas, but whatevs). I'm scared. >: I haven't been in public school for three years. Junior high and high school were hell, and I'm afraid of the same experience. T_T It's charter school, so it's only four hours a day and it goes really fast and it's all in one classroom with not many people and all your work is on a computer, so it's not social much at all, so hopefully it'll be different. I'm just worried that the administration will once again have an aversion to me. .-.

And, being public school, I'm not allowed to have green hair. So I have bleach in my hair at the moment. I look like a Malfoy currently, since it's all turning bright platinum blond. But I'll be dying it red shortly after I wash it out, so then I'll be a Weasley. : D

Mmph. I dun wanna go back to public school, but I won't be able to graduate if I don't. WHAT IF EVERYONE HATES MEEEEE. *wibble*

This is what I've decided. It's far too hot and humid. I can't walk to the mailbox without sweating. >: I can't even drive well because the wheel (not to mention EVERY OTHER CONTROL INSIDE THE CAR) is too fucken hot. I have to wear gloves if I'm gonna drive. And I still manage to sweat even with the AC on full-blast. HEAT SUCKSSS. HOW CAN PEOPLE LIKE SUMMER?

I'm not checking my mail till November. Till then, you can find me living in the freezer.

Also, my friend Michelle keeps Twittering (tweeting, whatthefuckever) about what's goin in in Iran with the Basijis and stuff. Before I wasn't too interested in what was going on, but goddamnmichelle, she keeps posting links that I CAN'T NOT CLICK ON. The fact that she says 'explicit images' just makes me want to click it moreee. And then I do and then I get sadfais. Never before have I seen what an axe wound looks like, but goddamn, i will never forget. Random people just get shot.

I watched one video of a college or something where students were being sniped at and the video was of them trying to save these two boys who were just shot. One was bleeding from the head, the other from between his hipbone and groin, right there on the hip flexor. They were using belts as tourniquets and stuff to try and save them whilst gunshots are rattling in the background. It's so touching and sad and while I don't cry, I was still like O.O hand-over-mouth-eyes-wide-like-a-deer-in-headlights face. It's so terrible.

Oh, and obligatory tribute to Jacko. ilu4ever. And while I told way too many bad MJ jokes, I really will miss him.

Y'all are prolly sick of hearing about what my family thinks of my weight BUTBUT my brother approached me yesterday and was all leiksrs and stuff. Apparently my eating habits are going to drive mom into drinking and will make daddy sad. And it apparently 'makes me worried,' from Merlon. Oh, and his girlfriend is apparently scared for my life. WTF

ANYWAY. So my brother said he was, starting July, going to make me work out with him and eat with him and stuff. 2000 calories a day (ugh kill me please), jogging, weights, pushups, chin-ups, all that shit. He promised I'd be a lot more toned. I told him if I got fat then I was becoming bulimic. xD

So I'm kinda scared but hopefully it will work. I mean, muscles, hell to the yeah, but I'm afraid of eating. Well, not eating, but eating that much. T_T

In other news, some friends and I just got plans made for a hotel for Infinitus and a villa at Disney. :] And I'm totally going to Hot Topic today to buy all the new Slytherin merch and the Draco shirt because HELLO THE FIRST DRACO SHIRT THEY'VE RELEASED OMGYAY.

So my mom and I are listening to this song on the radio. I forget what it was.

Mom: You know, this was the first case of a famous woman who died from complications with anorexia. *POINTED GLANCE AT DRAKIE*

Drakie: *sigh* Yes, Mother.

My god, Mom, could you be any more obvious?

I feel terrible. Thursday I'll be cutting off three of my friends. I'm tired of having to do this, tired of having to let friends go. But I know keeping them is more detrimental to me than cutting them off.

I don't suppose I could bother anyone for a hug or something?

-.-;; Augh. This annoys the crap out of me. I knew I had this coming, and so I'm not too pissed, but it's still aggravating.

Just normally, for some reason, I don't eat much. I wake up late, drink coffee until one, and THEN have something. And I went to my belly dancing class on Wednesday (as per usual) with a spaghetti-strap shirt (for obvious reasons) and my mom was all weird because I have ribs showing in my chest.

Mom: When I see people with ribs showing in their chests, I feel scared for them.
Me: -.-;;

I'm usually not like this, but big freakin' whoop! I jiggle everywhere else, so I hardly think that the one place where I don't have fat on me is a big deal. I'm 5'3.5'', and I weigh 121 (on average). I have my dad's bone structure, which equals wider shoulders. They're goin all freaky now because I, for ONCE IN MY LIFE, look thin. T_T I've done research and such, and while I'm not a doctor, I am nowhere near being anorexic. I could weigh ninety-eight (not that I WANT to) and still not be considered underweight for my BMI.

I just think my parents are making a big deal over my weight.

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