It's a solo song, and it's only for the brave

School closes
          
          Me: FINALLY! Staying home all day is what I've been training to do my whole life! I'll be able to spend my days reading and will finally have a normal sleep schedule instad of sleeping 3 minutes a night!
          
          
          School: *uses whatsapp, email, and skype to give us classes and forces us to start studying at 8 anyway* BITCH YOU THOUGHT

I think it's really funny how the whole Peter/Harley fandom can pretty much unanimously decide that Harley's little sister's name is Abbie but still can't decide on a ship name
          
          Is it Parkner? Keenker? Spiderlad?
          
          I have a preference for potatowebs but hey

So apparently I have a very distant cousin who lives pretty close to here so she's flying out in May and her and her two kids are gonna be staying at my house... in may... as in 1st to 4th... as in ya know, when Black Widow comes out... if my dad tells me I can't go see Black Widow because those idiots are here I'm gonna throw the biggest tantrum in the history of tantrums 

It's been almost a year and I'm still not over Tony and Tasha's death tbh

So while I was having dinner tonight I just had this crazy idea for a story so I ate all of my food faster than Pietro can say supercalifragilisticexpialidocious and asked my dad if he could clean up everything while I went upstairs and did something important.
          
          So, my dad knows that I like to write and he's used to seeing my layouts in the corkboard on the wall of my room, with my timetable and character sheets and everything all nice and organized.
          
          But after cleaning up the kitchen he came to my room to see if I was alright since I did leave the kitchen quite suddenly and he saw me for the first time in my raw, chaotic writer state with little colored notes and stickers very unorganized and covering basically every single surface of my room.
          
          He then proceeded to whisper "what the fuck?" and close the door to my room.
          
          Yeah, me too dad. 

Guess who just had an emotional meltdown after watching the finale of The Big Bang Theory?
          
          Meeeee
          
          At this point, Idek how I still have water in my body to cry.

I AM SO FREAKING MAD
          
          LIKE WTF IS EVEN WRONG WITH MY SCHOOL? 
          
          So apparently, very painful period cramps is not a valid reason to miss school, like bitch when you're doubled over in your bed crying because this shit hurts like all Hell, wishing someone would just come and kill you already you'll tell me it's not a valid excuse.
          
          Then, my principal (who is a man)'s answer to this was "oh, I don't know, talk to my secretary, she's the one who takes care of that" like hun, you do realize that you're running this establishment so it's your job to deal with your male employee that told us that periods don't hurt. 
          
          And then, just FYI, they sent a total of four emails in a week to warn people about the climate change march that would be happening AND demanded that our geography teachers talk about it and possible solutions and changes that could be done in the school to be more environmentally friendly as well as putting up posters.
          
          But, they didn't send a single email or any other form of communication for the women's empowerment march, made us take down most of the posters because "that's too shocking to be in a school hallway" (one of them was of an unshaven leg with the words 'my hair, my choice' written on the side), and it's been six months since we've asked to put little boxes of tampons and pads in each bathroom so when you forgot to take yours, you can take one and replace it the next day, something that would be taken care of by the students and would cost nothing to the school but they just said "we'll think about it" and nothing is done.
          
          I want to change schools.
          
          But my drama teacher's awesome and drama lessons are the best.
          
          
          
          
          
          Honestly, just fuck this whole real life thing, I'm gonna figure out a way to enter the world of fanfiction and be happy.
          
          
          
          
          This whole rant probably made no sense but I'm tired and loaded on painkillers so idek.

Guess who just had the worst panic attack of her life, spent the night at the hospital, has been in a constant anxious state for almost 17 hours and is running on three hours of sleep in the last 48 hours?
          
          Yup. That's me. Ain't that awesome?
          
          Good news tho, thanks to the insomnia that comes will all of this, I finally watched Political Animals and MAN MY BABY DID SUCH A GOOD JOB BUT IT HURT SO MUCH TO SEE HIM SAD

Math teacher: So, what part do you not understand?
          
          Me: tbh I think I stopped understanding math the moment numbers decided to date the alphabet.

Stupid Boy In My Class, trying to brag: I basically have a baseball bat between my legs
          
          Me, on my phone, totally done with his shit: Really? Is it to replace your inexistent dick?
          
          SBIMC: Don't talk about what you'vr never seen.
          
          Me: How could I see something that doesn't exist?
          
          SBIMC: Talk to the girls in the next class, I'm sure they can tell you just how real my dick is.
          
          Me: Oh, sorry! You do have a dick. I just forgot my microscope at home, that's why I didn't see it. I'll be sure to bring it next time.
          
          SBIMC, speechless cause he's an asshole: You'll pay for this.
          
          Me: Do you take credit cards or does it have to be cash?
          
          SBIMC: You wait and see, I'll make you regret you were born.
          
          Me: Too late for that, sweets. But nice try anyway.
          
          
          And then he walked away. And I had to deal with my best friend crying from laughter and saying how proud she was of me. 
          
          I'm happy now.