I Really Dont Care (Rants)

Banana Phones

okay, so guys can we just take a moment...

This is the 150th part in this rant book and it's almost at 4k reads...

why do so many people care about what happens in my life? 

Anyways, we got progress reports today, and when I looked at mine, I nearly puked. Because those grades had to belong to Zoe or someone that wasn't me. I had five 100s and a 93 and 95. That's like...amazing. and Algebra was the 95...Spanish was the 93. 

Okay so today at lunch, I had gotten a banana and like usual (well, I started this this year) I held it to my ear and pretended to talk to a random person like it was a phone. So well, Shamari and Avery turned it into this weird thing where the police were involved and it was crazy until I got it back after Savvy talked into it like a black woman (seriously I'm not trying to be racist, but Shamari...) and I was talking to them while it was on my ear. Well I feel a tap on my shoulder, and I turn to see the new AP and she said "Are you pretending to talk on it like a phone?" and I nodded. So she said, "that's funny." and walked away with a smile. She wasn't being sarcastic, which like...dude, woah. Did you think that was it?! Well if you did, you havent read enough of this book to know me. 

So, I look up and you know, I always look around the cafeteria because I feel like I need to make sure no one's killing anyone innocent. So I see Thomas's table mocking my banana phone and staring at my table, laughing and talking into the phone. I pretended like I didn't see it, and continued on with being weird and laughing (my laugh sounds horrible) and just calling the banana police and I look at their table to see if they're still doing it, and they are. I look away, and continue. I continue this process until Shamari takes the bananas out of my hands and throws them away violently. I look at her as if she had just thrown my laptop down the garbage shoot. So now my table knows what to do anytime the lunch line serves bananas. 

Today Becca and I took Avery and Kayla B to Northampton to help a teacher move her classroom from second grade to first (because Mrs. Castillo(Cah-sti-oh) (the principle since Aidan was in 5th grade, the year I was in 6th) said that she was going to teach second grade up until tomorrow and teach first the very next day without any time to move her classroom) and we were all out there in the carline together. So Hans comes over (like everyday) and I'm screaming in my head and he says the usual "Hi Mason, hi Mason's girlfriend, hi Mason's girlfriend's sister..." and so on, and so Kayla B says "Hi Lisa!" and Hans walks away...I honestly didn't think it would be that easy to get him to walk away. Maybe if that doesn't work I could try bringing up the tampon box that Becca actually chucked at Trey because he kept asking her what it was. Or maybe bras or panties or girl stuff that makes most guys uncomfortable. Or maybe just the overall idea of boobs. Ethan would die, I just know it. I'd like to see Hans and Mason react, though. 

Tomorrow is DI tryouts, and honestly I hope I'm on a project outreach team because I love helping the community and the world in general basically it's what I want to do with my life and I had so much fun last year (our Globals hotel view was amazing: the back lot and a dumpster) and I would love to relive it again, maybe with different people but the same would be fine. And I wanna scREAM BECAUSE NALANI MAY NOT TRY OUT BECAUSE HER MOTHER SAYS THAT SHE HAS TOO MUCH GOING ON BUT IT'S HER LIFE SHE SHOULD BE ABLE TO CHOSE AND SHE IS MY SISTER IN WEIRDNESS AND DI SISTER AND WE COME IN A PACKAGE WE DONT COME ANY OTHER WAY LITERALLY NALANI, KAYLA B AND I WILL NOT COME ANY OTHER WAY WE ARE NKL AND WE WILL NOT LET A BIRTHGIVER STAND IN THE WAY OF THAT SHE WILL TRY OUT OR PROTEST AND BURN HER HOUSE DOWN AND MAKE A TEAM. 

Okay that felt good. 

Anyways I'm really excited. 

And I've gtg I'm putting photos together to hopefully be developed this weekend and put on my binder. and I'm using alot of quotes, teenager posts and tumblr text posts much like the one above (you know, the ones that always make you rethink your entire life) so...

stay beautiful my weirdos.

goooodddBYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEE