I'm good, for the most part.
I've started to cancel counseling meetings, because I hate going.
I've overheared my mom telling people on the phone that she can see that I'm starting to get better.
Little does she know it's not because of counseling.
My health grade is good, my ap american gov grade is good, my french grade is good, my physical science grade is good, my math grade is horrible, my english grade is not that great, but not horrible.
I got to math yesterday, and started the test. I spent the first half of class staring at the test like, 'what the fuck?', a quarter of the class working on problems, and the rest of the class going 'oh fuck I did these all wrong' and erasing rapidly. I didn't finish, so I have to finish today, hopefully what I was correcting yesterday was right..
Today spring break starts, which I'm kind of excited for.
I've started making bead things, like, lizards and stuff.
I'm preparing an entry for later, which will be able secrets. I don't know when that one will come out.
When I was born, I took the 'princess' title from my older cousin. She hated me for that, so has done everything in her power to torture me. She'd have my other cousins jump on me while she'd pin me down, she'd blame stuff on me, tell my cousins not to hang out with me, etc. Nobody knew she was being a dick. My aunts and uncles 'couldn't believe that their children would harm me.' My parents knew she was, and my grandma would silently watch us. The only person who did anything to try and stop it was my mom, mydad just kind of sidelined. I was allowed to skip family parties and such. We're older now, and she just started college. She's started to accept me, per say, has been for about two years now. She's being nice. I'm still angry as hell about my childhood, and what she's done to me.
Anyways, Easter is coming up, and we have a family party. My dad, sister and I were at the store getting egg dye, and I noticed egg cartons, filled with cascarones.* Kara told dad that it would be fun for Easter, and he said, "wait," and called someone and walked away. We stood waiting, and he hung up and came back. We bought four cartons of eighteen each, and three cartons of twelve. He told Kara that two dozen were for her to share with the cousins, one dozen was his. He pulled me aside, and told me that I had free reign of the entire family, as long as it was outdoors, with no punishment. I was confused at first, and he said, "How would you feel if you got one smashed on your head, you shook it off, and another was smashed on your head again?"
I get to walk around with cascarones, and smash them on peoples heads with no punishment. He called grandma and grandma agreed because of everything she saw. The only person who could tell me to stop was her, and she had no intentions of it. "They deserve it. It's not full payback but it works. They've got a lot more coming."
I really, really, really can't wait for Easter.
Also, this weekend, Rj is supposed to talk to my dad, but I don't know if that's happening.
He was supposed to talk to him twice before, and cancelled because he felt sick, but I don't know.
*Cascarones are dyed egg shells, filled with confetti, with a piece of tissue paper over the hole. When they break, they make a mess.
How to make Cascarones:
-Carefully dye an unboiled egg.
-Let egg dry.
-Take a safety pin and carefully poke a hole in the bottom of the egg, and a larger hole (big enough to fit your confetti in) in the top of the egg.
-Drain the inside of the egg out.
- Let dry.
- Fill the egg with confetti.
- Cut a piece of tissue paper to fit over the large hole.
- Take a Q-tip, or a small paint brush, and lightly put glue right around the hole.
- Place the tissue paper over the hole and on the glue.
- Let glue dry.
- Make as many as you want.
*Do not whip them at anyone's faces, as they will hurt. They should be carefully smashed on top of someone's head, if on the head. Anywhere else is fine.
