The Daily Journal of an Average Teenaged Girl

Entry #61: 5-2-14

This morning, I decided I wanted to look really nice! Of course I was thinking about David...

When I got to school, I listened to music, and Alex was sitting on his lap. And David had a little mechanical peep. It was weird. An apparently those two were going to hang out after school, and as the three of us were talking, Alex got the urge for the three of us to go to my house. I promised her I'd let her sniff some blueberry vodka. No, I haven't ever tasted it, and I won't. But the SMELL IS THE MOST AMAZING SMELL EVER.

So I had really hoped they would come over, and I even got permission from my mom in 3rd hour.

Also in third hour, we had a fire drill. I would have been fine with it in any other hour... But 3rd?! Come on!! I love 3rd hour!

I've been noticing that in the past 2 days of wearing contacts, more and more people are commenting on my eye makeup. I guess my glasses hid my artsy eye makeup!

Oh yeah, I missed the bus to band today! I was so pissed at myself, so I went to the library and read... for about an hour.

Then in English, we had to turn in an essay about our debate topic, which I completely forgot about. Although, I threw in my own opinion to make it look like I at least read about our debate. It was about if bystanders have responsibilities in crimes and stuff. I was in the middle. I really didn't care.

In study hall, I worked on my journal, and a kid named Tristen had sworn, and the teacher was like, "Hey! Language! I have plenty of soap to was your mouth with back there!" I thought it was amusing, because I remember as a kid, that was the punishment for us three kids. If something was broken or something, and no one was telling the truth, we got spoons full of soap put in our mouths. Looking back to it now makes me feel bad for today's generation.

Sure, they don't have to have that punishment, but they're all so damn spoiled. Yes, as being part of my own generation, I am spoiled. BUT AT LEAST I KNOW. And I'm not some brat who gets pissy when she doesn't get what she wants. For example, I would love an iPod touch for my birthday. But that doesn't mean I will hate my parents if they don't get it. God.

Anyway, when I got home... I ate. And felt so weird. I was just sitting there. On a Friday. Come on! I'm a teenager! Where's the parties and illegal things like alcohol!!

Ok, I'm half kidding on the alcohol. I don't want to get wasted or anything. But it'd be interesting to have the experience of being tipsy. And maybe kissing a guy with no regrets!

Mac needs to host a party and invite me again. Maybe I'll come out more. I'm just so bored and tired of being the good girl! I need some risks! Some thrills! POT BROWNIES. Okay, again, I'm only half kidding. I don't even have pot to make high brownies with anyway. PSHH. I am a good girl. Even though I'm bored with it, I am a good girl.

So, I was watching TV with my mom, right? She isn't exactly healthy right now, and she's not allowed to drive. But she's stubborn. So John offered to go drive for her. Well that started another argument,

Have I mentioned they've broken up? No? Well, they have. Lotsa tears that I really don't know how to handle.

During the whole, not-knowing-what-to-do-as-they-talk, I texted Danielle, who was at prom. She wasn't having the time of her life, but, she wasn't miserable at least.

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And then, I had an emergency. My mom was and still is in terrible condition. I was convinced she was dying.

... Honestly. I think she might soon. I'm so scared. I'll update you later on this. I might be gone for a few days.

I'm so stressed, my chest is in pain. But right now.. That doesn't matter. Hoping and 'praying' that my mom doesn't die is more important.

David came over at 9 fucking 30 to support me. God I love him.

My mom... She was hallucinating. She was seeing dead people... And I really can't tell you about it. It was terrifying.

I wrote this part right after things started to calm down a bit. It's past 9... And my day is no where near over.

I'll do my best.

Keep Smiling.

-Sharpie