Megalì Eva Daniel

So, I had to sit through forty five minutes of homophobic and transphobic poison today, only an hour after I actually got to school. Honestly, even thinking about it makes me want to throw up. I don't even know if I am anything, on any spectrum. Maybe questioning, I guess? But just sitting there, realizing in person exactly how much hate, disrespect and disregard a person can have, I just... I don't know. I started crying, but I couldn't do anything or object because the administration probably agrees, if less vocally and rudely, with her, and I want to stay in my school. Also, I go to a religious school, so there's that aspect. I really don't want to be kicked out, because I have friends, and it's a good school, all around. None of the other teachers talk like that. It's just her. But we have like, ten classes with her every week. I don't know what to do.

Hey hey hey. Give me a writing prompt please. Either Star Wars or The Mortal Instruments.

Eeep! My box set of the Infernal Devices is finally here!

Me, quietly and to myself: I'm gonna ask you this one time. Where is Gamora?
          Yeah, I'll do you one better, who is Gamora?
           I'll do you one better, why is Gamora?
          My sister, loudly: I'll do YOU one better. What the heck are you talking about?
          
          

I'm really, really scared right now. My three year old sister fell off a chair and hit her head. My dad's First Aid certified, and he doesn't think she has a concussion, but she fell asleep about thirty minutes after, which is now, and he said if she throws up or starts bleeding from her nose or ears we'll have to take her to the ER. I don't think COVID-19 has many fatalities in children, but all the same I don't want her to catch it. And my dad has asthma. I'm just really scared. I think I saw a bat outside, and I know it won't come near me, but I'm irrationally freaking out.

So my group and I finished our first DnD session, with me as the DM. We were three people, because player 4 quit last second, player 5 started ignoring me for some reason a week ago and player 6 fell through.   Lets being with the sentence "What do you mean you don't have a name, Ruth?!" And "Will you just introduce yourself already Amelia?". That was most of the first thirty minutes. Then, we hit the road. Of course my first encounter was ruined because Ruth rolled a nat 20 for charisma, and convinced the goblin that we didn't break his glass flowers. Luckily Nyxwyn (my character) is clumsy and broke some more. Then the goblin got his sword stuck in the dirt, and couldn't pull it out for the life of him. Then we get to the dungeon (a Gnoll den) and Amelia tries to adopt a chaotic evil magic hyena baby. 
          I did the two doors with the truth and the lie guards, but they only spoke Gnoll, so Amelia asked them if they liked nail polish, then decided that gnolls can like nail polish too, and switched to questions such as, can you tell if they're boys or girls, are they wearing clothes, is one pregnant. 
          We get to the big boss, and they KO him in like three moves with my help.
          Loot story short, Amelia is now Jesus, a thing I didn't consider when I put in the Ring of Water Walking, and I have a pair of talking winged boots named Jack.
          And the kidnapped child we bought an ice cream.

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We currently have 169 eggs. I have absolutely no idea why.

So I just saw Spies in Disguise (I watched it from home), and if anyone's looking for a really good, happy, amusing movie, then pick that.

My mom just blew up at everyone while trying to mop up the water from the overflowing sink she accidentally left on. Then she had to go do errands, leaving me to clean up the kitchen, do the ridiculous pile of dishes, and the laundry. My sister cleaned the living room and vaccumed it. The three younger ones are screaming, and my dad sent us all to our rooms so he could send voicenotes for work in the living room, without me making tons of noise by mopping the floor and dropping a laundry basket. I haven't showered yet, I still have to make icing and do my history work. I'm trying really hard not to cry.