Orchid

Every time I talk to my cousins I want to cry either from sadness, laughter, or sheer disbelief. 
          
          Today I discovered the oldest, A, (she’s a year younger than me) is writing a book. When she showed me how much progress she had made, I noticed the paragraphs were center-aligned instead of to the left. I asked her why, and she said that it was because left-aligned looked weird to her. Then I asked her if she ever considered it might seem weird and be a turn-off for potential readers, but she picked up the book she was reading and told me that it was also center aligned, so no one would find it weird. 
          
          SHE’S TALKING ABOUT THE INDENTS AT THE START OF EACH PARAGRAPH! SHE DIDN’T KNOW WHAT INDENTS WERE AND ASSUMED THE BOOK WAS USING CENTER-ALIGNED TEXT! 
          
          Genuinely questioning how this girl is in high school. Has she never written an essay in MLA format? How has she never learned what the tab button does? I don’t think she still fully understands what a paragraph is either. She thinks you have to have an empty line in between for it to truly be called a paragraph instead of that or an indent. 
          
          I’m going to cry. Seriously, what is her school teaching her? 

School is so tiring. My mom is getting on me about trying to do all of my homework on time and study for quizzes for my two hardest classes that I have tomorrow, but she gets mad when I pick science over math and then she gets upset when I don’t pick which class I want to not fail in because I should be trying to pass both or whatever. 
          
          I feel like there was a really simple solution to all of this called moving me down to an easier math class instead of me attempting the homework and her having to go over every single question with me because I got them utterly wrong. But now it’s too late, and now I’m stuck trying to choose if I want to sacrifice chemistry for algebra or algebra for chemistry
          
          I miss the days when I could glance over the notes and score A’s

Orchestra director showing us the videos that were taken during our concert: (starts playing chamber’s video) Ah, yes. This song is one of my favorite viola pieces!
          
          Me: (whispering) What’s a viola piece?
          
          My stand partner: (whispering) 72 mesures of rest.
          
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          My chemistry teacher: You didn’t finish your homework again? What will I do with you? Also, you got a 99 on the test. How do you do that when you never do your homework?
          
          Me: Sorry, but thank you! It’s a talent I’ve mastered over the years.
          
          Chemistry teacher 15 minutes before class ends: Okay, now time for the pressure demonstration! (Puts a balloon in the pressure chamber thing, turns it on, balloon grows, lets pressure back in, balloon shrinks)
          
          Chemistry teacher: (grabs a marshmallow and replaces the balloon with it) This is what happens to students who don’t do their chemistry homework!
          
          Marshmallow named Bob: (stays perfectly fine, dare I say better than the other marshmallows outside, in the pressure chamber)
          
          Chemistry teacher: That’s odd. It worked in all of my other classes.
          
          Me: This must be a sign from the universe! Students who don’t do their chemistry homework will do just as great as those who do!

I hate it whenever I look something up like dyslexia to do research for a character I’m writing and realizing I have several of the signs. I have to remind myself that I’m actually amazing at reading, but then I discovered stealth dyslexia is a thing. 
          
          Bad internet! You’re supposed to tell me how to get into the mind of a dyslexic person, not that I’m already in their mind! I swear I’m completely average! It’s not my fault I read by glancing at words and guessing how they’re placed! That’s not dyslexic at all!

Remember how I used to think my ex who was lesbian was being friendly whenever she held my hand, found any excuse to partner up with me, got annoyed whenever I partnered with someone else, and literally said she wanted to make out with me?
          
          Turns out my sense in if someone likes me hasn’t improved since then. 
          
          I was catching up to my friend at one of our friend’s quinceañera when she mentioned she was talking to a guy. Apparently, her always fixing the strap of my swimsuit and her offering me to sit in her lap so I didn’t have to sit on the floor were not her flirting, it was just her being friendly. I knew she was straight too, so I don’t know why I kept seeing all those things in a possible romantic light while constantly telling myself that I shouldn’t assume that just because the lesbian is gay doesn’t mean she’s flirting with me when she’s obviously flirting with me. 
          
          To make everything even funnier, the guy’s name is KENNETH. She was even asking me if she should take his clearly very horrible last name. No, girl, please just leave him (jokingly, please don’t leave people just because they have terrible names but think they don’t)
          
          Just to be clear, I’m not upset. Well, maybe a little at my inability to tell when someone likes me. But this is just supposed to poke fun at the contrast between me finding out my ex likes me and finding out my best friend has horrible tastes in men (their names specifically) (not that Kenneth is a horrible name, but it just sounds really funny when out of the blue you say “Oh yeah, I’m going out with a guy named Kenneth [pls don’t take his last name]”)

Fun highlights from today lighten up the happenings from around America
          
          Me: Uh, what else is there to talk about? Did you hear about the plan to do a walkout this Friday? (For context, a bunch of students have been doing walkouts from school to protest ICE where I live)
          
          Friend: Yes, it’s so stupid! Don’t they know they’re going to draw the attention of ICE? *goes on a rant about how it’s a terrible idea and she’s glad the school will punish the walkouts* (for more context, our school has a high percentage of international students, so ICE is especially bad for us)
          
          Kid next class period I overheard: Did you hear how everyone that walks out on Friday will get a referral?
          
          Other kid: They can’t do that! It’s our right to protest and speak out when the government isn’t serving its people!
          
          The duality of man. 
          
          ~•~
          
          (Even more context: my aunt had to teach her youngest kid about what ICE is doing because they’ve been more active where they live also because of walkouts)
          
          Youngest cousin: Does that mean they’re going to deport Granny?
          
          Aunt: No, she got her citizenship a while ago.
          
          Youngest cousin: Will they report Abuelita?
          
          Middle cousin: She’s /dead/. 

LIFE UPDATE 
          
          I’m still alive, sorry for disappearing for so long. It wasn’t my intention, I just got distracted and forgot this existed. 
          
          Long story short, I finished reading Ascendance of a Bookworm, got depressed I finished it, tried searching for fanfics about it here, got depressed I couldn’t find any good ones, discovered AO3 had a whole bunch, started obsessively reading AoB fanfics on AO3, got an account, and started publishing my own fanfics on there. I feel like this long story short wasn’t so short, but it’s actually really condensed. 
          
          Anyways, I think I’ll be moving away from Wattpad and focusing more on writing for AO3. I might publish here some more, but it’s very up in the air. 
          
          I’ve enjoyed so much of my time here, and I love you all, especially @Rainyjoi2009, @darksun2011, @AnikaSN1098, @Whenthesungoesdown11, @linahblah, @Ultimate-Bibliophile, @Lunar-Huntress, and probably way more people I’m forgetting. 
          
          I wish you all an amazing day and year! 

Hello!
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Just so you know, I’m not ignoring people, but I probably won’t respond to anyone for a while. I’ve recently become really engrossed in this book series, and I think me not being able to read it due to the phone ban at school is making my obsession worse. For that reason, I probably won’t be on much lately. I’ll probably respond to everyone once I’ve finished parts 4 & 5. See y’all hopefully soon but not too soon! (Gotta make the rest of the volumes last, you know?)
          
          PS. The series is Ascendance of a Bookworm in case you were wondering. I totally recommend it to anyone interested in books, paper making, and printing 

I was talking to my mom about how I need to buy new clothes soon because all of clothes don’t fit, especially my shirts which I’ve noticed every single one except two are really tight on me. Her response was a joke about how I should stop eating so much fast food if I want my shirts to fit. I don’t think she meant anything by it, but it still hurt. 
          
          Dieting won’t stop the fact that the last time I got new clothes that weren’t from school or for an extracurricular was in 6th grade. Dieting won’t stop the fact that my stomach and my breasts both bulge against the fabric of all my tshirts. It won’t stop the fact that my hips are too wide or my shoulders are too broad. It won’t stop the fact that all of my pants are at least an inch too short. No matter what I eat, it’ll still be a battle every morning to make sure they can fit past my thighs. No matter what, my socks will still barely be long enough to get past my heel, my breasts will still spill out of my bras, and my underwear leaves marks on my hips from how tightly they cling on. 
          
          Nothing fits, but you make it sound like it’s my body that’s the wrong size, not my clothes.