30 Day Letter Challenge

Day Eight: Your Favorite Internet Friend :?

Alright, so... I don't really have an internet friend.

So maybe I'll just randomly talk.

Oh great, now I don't know what to say. Or write? Or type? Hmm...

Oh! I know! I'll give you a much needed update on my life.

SO. We just finished taking the finals. Or at least, I did, like, an hour ago. These losers took Algebra II H/Trig, instead of Guidance, which is what I have, so I don't have a test! Wh-hoo!

I took my Comp. Graphics test, Spanish II H *examen*, a really stupid Orchestra test (Pointless because it wasn't even on stuff she frickin' taught; my teacher's a dumbass), an easy-peasy Biology I H test with TWO page-long essays. *OUCH* I took... My Geometry test (really dumb and easy multiple choice, but the Free Response was a bitch, so I skipped it.), my English I H exam with TW- well... Would it count as two essays if we had to do a dumb rough draft? And a final? It was the work of two essays.) and finally, my Health exam which I just finished an hour ago. And that was really easy too.

Let's ver a mi grados, no? (I like to add an -o to a word if I can't remember/don't know the Spanish term. I call it the Totally Awesome Dialect of Spanglish that Every American knows!)

Oh! And I don't like conjugating verbs either so if I say 'vamos' instead of 'van' or something, well... Dora never said we had to conjugate.

OHMYHOLYHELL!

So... My grades last quarter? Ferickan (that's pronounced FUR-ICKAN) AWESOME.. Well... Okay, not too bad. Mostly B's..

My grades this quarter? DONT. ASK. Okay, mostly C's.

But so far... On my Semester 1 Report Card, all the grades entered, a total of three grades...

ARE

ALL

FREAKIN'

B'S!!!!!!

Oh, person reading this, I have just adopted you as my internet buddy. Alright? So we'll do lunch. ;) Entiendes?

Another topic: Religion.

Don't worry, I'm not here to bash anyone's religion. I'm not a freak, regardless of what my maternal unit does. I. AM. NOT. HER.

QUESTION: Do you think a mother should hate her own daughter just because she changed religions?

No. She should not.

I'm not talking about me, Internet Buddy. I'd be dead if I was.

I'm talking about my sister. The totally awesome, cookie bakin', sister that lets me play on her iPad and will make me a Percy Jackson/Logan Lerman SIM to be partnered with in Sim's Freeplay.

We were raised Roman Catholic, and she recently became Mormon. See the problem? I don't. Being a different religion doesn't change who SHE is: My totally awesome, cookie bakin', sister. Why should there be a difference? She's not practicing witchcraft, or sacrificing animals on her black pentagram altar, so why. does. it. matter?

Apparently, it does. Matter, I mean. To my weird and sometimes cool, Mom.

She's claiming that my sister is practically the incarnation of the devil himself. Yeah right. No offense, but wouldn't we all be dead?

It's sort of calmed down since December though.

The day after her baptism into the Latter Day Saints, my mom walked around reading the same bible passage over and over and spraying everybody with holy water.

I'm not allowed to watch Pokemon anymore, or read books about Greek Mythology. Something about them being Mormon... *Please*

But now, my mom just walks around, still spraying the holy water, and saying stuff like she's not my sister, blah blah blah. Call me naive, dumb, stupid, whatever, she's STILL my sister.

Ooh, yeah, nice arguement right? She's still the same girl I shared a room with for ten years, who made up secret clubs with me even though it was lame, and who ripped me off everytime we had a 'pretend' garage sale with real money that she later took back her stuff to re-sell, sans the money I paid.

But NOTHING gets through to my mother... I swear. Oh! And I found out yesterday, that I've had Chronic stress ever since December and that's why I get... yep, you guessed it. Chronic headaches. Usually I handle stress well, but there's just so much of it. Gotta be good at home, because mom's off her rocker and going senile. Gotta get good grades so things at home don't get MORE tense and so I can go to NYU. SO MUCH PRESSURE. So much stress is killing me. I'm like *TWO* seconds away from a breakdown everytime I go home. I'm sure that in a while, my stress will go away but until then... It could change the way I handle it, they said. Like, I used to be good at handling it, but because of this, it could completely change the way my brain responds to stress. Cause apparently stress is part of the fight-or-flight response and when you're too stressed, the fight-or-flight response is constantly on, preparing in case you have to run or fight.

And it being constantly on changes how you handle stress/reactions/everything

So I'm screwed.

To be continued, Internet Reader... To be continued.. If there's not another day where I can just rant like this, I'll do thirty ONE days, just for you!

Thanks for listening... or reading? Whatever.

xxMLIASxx