1:08PM - Twisted Christmas... 20 days!
On a lighter note, its only 20 more days till the Twisted Christmas concert. Its with Blink 182, The Used, Hoobastank, The Ataris, and Die Trying (local band!!). I can't wait, its going to be so fuckin awesome. Kelly (shes obsessed with Blink 182) is going with Robert (her boyfriend. Hes cool too). Cassie wants to go, although she doesnt really know any of those bands. Shes beginning to annoy me so bad. She just follows me around everywhere. Well anyway on Thursday December 11th, right after school, we're gonna ride with Kelly so we can get there way early. We're gonna buy floor tickets so we can jump n shit. No seats. Kelly n Robert already have their tickets, but we still need to get ours at Rite Aid or someplace. They're $37.50, and then theres a $5 off coupon at Carl's Junior. Thats pretty cheap.
Today theres nothing to do but homework and of course, waiting for Dave to get on. I doubt hes going to be on but I really want to talk to him. I didn't get to yesterday, and the day before he was only on for a lil bit. The day before that was the same. On Monday he was on, but he was drunk. I hate talking to him when hes drunk. You can barely understand what hes trying to type but everything he says is bullshit anyway because he won't remember it the next day. Oh right, I saved the convo...
Blink 182's CD comes out tomorrow! [¬_¬ Okay, I'm taking a vote... who thinks I should pierce my lip myself?] says:
hey
Give my life for my brother c i'm a bad mother..... shut ya mouth says:
wpppppppppppppppp
Give my life for my brother c i'm a bad mother..... shut ya mouth says:
i'km so drnks
Blink 182's CD comes out tomorrow! [¬_¬ Okay, I'm taking a vote... who thinks I should pierce my lip myself?] says:
oh boy *rolls eyes*
Give my life for my brother c i'm a bad mother..... shut ya mouth says:
JEY
Give my life for my brother c i'm a bad mother..... shut ya mouth says:
u loved u u
Give my life for my brother c i'm a bad mother..... shut ya mouth says:
i d lovewd u
Give my life for my brother c i'm a bad mother..... shut ya mouth says:
i e loveif u
Blink 182's CD comes out tomorrow! [¬_¬ Okay, I'm taking a vote... who thinks I should pierce my lip myself?] says:
u know i hate it when ur drunk n talk to me... or whatever u consider this as... so im not even going to bother talking to u... see ya later
Give my life for my brother c i'm a bad mother..... shut ya mouth says:
aok i'm AORR
Give my life for my brother c i'm a bad mother..... shut ya mouth says:
SWORFYY
Give my life for my brother c i'm a bad mother..... shut ya mouth says:
SORY
Give my life for my brother c i'm a bad mother..... shut ya mouth says:
JAZZ
Blink 182's CD comes out tomorrow! [¬_¬ Okay, I'm taking a vote... who thinks I should pierce my lip myself?] says:
what
Give my life for my brother c i'm a bad mother..... shut ya mouth says:
ohk]
Give my life for my brother c i'm a bad mother..... shut ya mouth says:
iwlwll leve u appenma
Blink 182's CD comes out tomorrow! [¬_¬ Okay, I'm taking a vote... who thinks I should pierce my lip myself?] says:
i dont want to talk to u right now
Blink 182's CD comes out tomorrow! [¬_¬ Okay, I'm taking a vote... who thinks I should pierce my lip myself?] says:
not that i can understand u
Give my life for my brother c i'm a bad mother..... shut ya mouth says:
ijm' sworry snight i lvoe us
lol its kind of sad. Then Chaundel showed me this
Give my life for my brother c i'm a bad mother..... shut ya mouth says:
tell ijazz i love hger
I guess it was kind of funny... Nita was getting him to type his name, because he really couldn't. But I was pissed because I hadn't talked to him for a few days already, and he promised me (after about the 3rd time) that he wouldn't talk to me when he was drunk ever again. I guess he couldnt help it though. But he might of been messing with me because if he couldn't type, then how did he put in his password for MSN? Hmmm...
Current mood: 
crappy
Current music: The same shitty music my dad is playing...
11:59AM - School Shooting Threats...
So on Wednesday my mom picked me up early from school because she had a doctor appointment n she wouldn't have been able to get me later. (And my dad had an interview with the college for a full-time teaching job there. He probably won't find out if he got the job till December, but if he does he'll be able to quit everything else *crosses fingers*)
So anyway I missed the rest of Martial Arts (what I have for P.E... its great). Yesterday morning when I got to school Cassie gave me a paper that had been handed out the day before after I left. It said we had ANOTHER shooting threat.
(A month ago someone called the Marysville police department and told them someone would go on a shooting spree that day at Marysville Highschool. So they took a bunch of cops n probation officers over to guard our school. My mom let me stay home for 3 days. It was on the news and everything. I still don't think they found out who it was. But nothing happened, and everything went back to normal...)
Oh yeah and the school I go to is The Marysville Charter Academy for the Arts, but we share the campus with Marysville Highschool cuz we're kind of a small school. So uhh anyway heres what it said:
"Dear Parent or Guardian,
On 11/19/03, while checking voice messages in the Attendance Office at Marysville High School, they received a voice message that came in on 11/18/03 at 5:28 pm. The message, which was barely audible and whispered, stated that there "would be a shooting on Thursday at 1:00 pm". The message did not state who or where the shooting would occur.
On 11/20/03, there will be extra security assigned to Marysville High School through the Marysville Police Department. Marysville High School takes every threat seriously and will take all precautions necessary to protect students and staff. Furthermore, they will be installing caller I.D. to trace phone calls and hopefully apprehend individuals calling Marysville High School."
Idiots. They shouldve already had Caller I.D. Well anyway my mom kept me home again today, but I have to go back Monday. Then we have Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday off for Thanksgiving Vacation. Fuck Thanksgiving, I wanna go to Reno. When I told my dad and Kristen (his girlfriend. *barfs* But thats another story...), they laughed. How rude. Well anyway, I miss Reno. My friends say I've been quieter since I came back after Halloween. Well YEAH, cuz I'm miserable at home.
Yesterday after my mom picked me up, we went to her doctor to pick up her meds. Its right by where we used to live, on Clinton St. God, I loved that house. We lived there from when I was almost 3 until the end of 7th grade. I guess I was 12, almost 13. I asked my mom if we could go there and just look at it. So we pulled up, and it looked like no one was home so we walked around the front yard and the car port a bit. Then she let me climb the tree. It was so depressing. I used to climb that tree all the time, and sit there for hours. I even used to do homework in it lol. After we left we drove to Walgreens and everything was all quiet. Then my mom started laughing.
Mom: "Now we're all depressed!"
Me: "Yeah." And then she stopped laughing.
Mom: "That was probably a bad idea."
Then we went to Mc Donalds and got fries and stuff and I was still thinking about everything. We went home and were just sitting there and then we heard keys in the door. We both groaned unconsciously, and my dad walked in. I tried to hide cuz he would get mad if he knew I called mom to pick me up at school, after I had already called him and he told me everything was gonna be okay. Then my mom said "we" and he knew I was there lol. So I went over n we were all sitting at the dining room table, just talking. (And me still thinking about everything. Me and my stupid thoughts about how it used to be...) We were talking about me going to Reno for Thanksgiving, and they both said
"No! Are you crazy?! This is time to be with your family!" (Pffft. What family?!)
Then my mom told us how my grandma (Abuela. It means "grandmother" in Spanish, but I used to pronounce it "Awela" when I was little, so everyone just calls her that now.) is probably going blind. I never really thought anything would happen to her. That she'd always be there. I got a lump in my throat from that one...
I brought up how I got B Honor Roll and my dad (in monotone) says "Oh, thats great." I started asking about getting my lip pierced again. (I just started bringing this up again last week. My parents said not till I'm 18. Well, then my mom said "Maybe if you started wearing your contacts again." I haven't worn them for like 2 years... I don't necessarily NEED them, just a lil bit. All my dad had to say was, "I wish you could keep up with your schoolwork.") God, I thought the Honor Roll thing would HELP! Then he said "Its my decision. I'm the boss, and I say no." I was pissed off but for some reason I started crying. I put my head down on my arms and my mom asks, "Are you crying?" I said "No." cuz my eyes were watering, but I just couldnt keep it in anymore.
She kept asking what was wrong n I just went to my room and layed down on my bed, just to get away from them. Finally she came in and asked what was wrong, but I kept saying I didn't know. Then she said
"I think you know, but you just don't want to tell me." Damn right.
Mom: "Is this about the piercing thing?"
Me: (Voice muffled by pillow) "Sort of" (Okay, it wasn't, but I thought the sympathy would help me get it. I know, I'm evil.)
Mom: "You really want it that bad, huh?"
Me: "Yeah..."
Then she asked what else could be wrong...
Mom: "Is this about me and dad?"
Me: "Yes!"
Mom: "Do you think about it all the time or just right now?"
Me: "All the time."
She started to sound really sad and said
"I know. I cry about it a lot."
After a while she tried to make me feel better by putting the cat on the bed, blah blah blah. I pretended to be okay but I'll never get over it. Then she left. I fell asleep, and the rest of the day was spent watching T.V. and hanging up posters.
Later my dad came home from work, and he came in my room with flowers and a card. I was thinking "What the fuck?!" and I opened the card. It was just a congratulations about the B Honor Roll thing. Well at least I know I made him feel bad earlier by crying. Then he took me to get ice cream. *rolls eyes* How Brady Bunch could you get? I didn't want damn flowers or ice cream. I want my fuckin lip pierced. Oh well at least it was something. Then I hung up more posters when we got home. I went to bed around 1 am.
What a great start to another miserable weekend...
Current mood: 
cynical
Current music: Some shit my dad is playing...