A Girl Named Quigley
Name: Quigley
Age: 14
Race: Mulatto
Gender: Female
Features:
-Dark brown, curly hair (straightened sometimes)
-Dark Brown eyes
*To You Intruders That Read Other People's Diaries- This is confidential info! If you tell anyone about what is written on these pages, I will get extremely mad. (Sorry, I guess I'm not much of a threat at the moment.)
Thursday, May 13th, 2010 10:49 p.m.
My mom got a call from the doctor today. We called my doctor because I think that I have OCD*. My family doesn't think so, but they've never experienced it. It's not something you'd relish. I organize everything in my house for about 15 minutes every night and I feel bad for inanimate objects. Sound normal to you?
Oh and I don't think I'm normal anyways. I think I'm a murderer. One day, a bird got its neck stuck in one of the lawn chairs in my backyard. It struggled and lost a lot of blood, feathers, and skin. We put it in a box and I told my cousin to turn it over because it looked uncomfortable. (It was still alive.) But then it just died. L I tend to pray for it every night. Along with all of my other stupid, mindless rituals.
Well I guess I Should Hit the Sack,
Quigley.
*OCD is short for obsessive compulsive disorder. People with OCD tend to repeat rituals over and over again to banish intrusive thoughts or fears.
Friday, May 14th, 2010 8:37 p.m.
So there's this boy and his name is Preston Fider. I think I might love him. Unfortunately, he likes one of my best friends, Brenna. Go figure. She HATES him though. He says that her hatred towards him makes him more attracted to her. Boys will be boys I guess. By the way, I guess I'm smart. I just got straight A's on my report card today. Yippee. Speaking of, I have about 500 projects due next week. Oh well. Ha.
With Love,
Quigley Fider <3
Monday, May 17th, 2010 5:18 p.m.
I was made fun of today because I'm biracial. I got called a black "something that starts with an H and ends with an O". Considering that my skin is like a white person with a good, non-orange, tan, I don't think I should be made fun of. No, I'm not a gangster. Someone called me that today, too. Nor am I a redneck. I am your average introvert/ wallflower until you get to know me. I wish people would take the time to do that. Then I'm a nutcase, friendly, and outgoing. You'd love me- whoever you may be who SHOULDN'T be reading this. Anyhow, back to racism. It's not right, but my school is predominately white. Barely any Asians (3 maybe?), a handful of blacks, and about 1 Native American. If you're Middle Eastern at my school, you're automatically a terrorist. If you're black, you're scum, stupid or a gangster. If you're white, you're perfect. You aren't "popular"?! Gasp! Then suddenly you're a loser. I don't agree. I believe that everyone is equal, but hey, I am a wallflower. Not much I can do, besides lecture people about stereotypes, but if you think middle school kids get the idea, then you're so wrong. In any case, back to today. Well, actually, nothing really special happened today besides the fact that Preston and I talked the whole time during music class. <3
I'm Done Ranting About Myself/School,
Quigley.
