Yeah, my life from outside my box is suxor right now.
It all started with my 16th b-day. I was looking forward to that day ever since I was 6, because I thought it would be awsome to be 16 (and my favorite number is 6, but it's also my unluckiest number as you will see shortly). It was a Monday, but it started out pretty nice. The weather was almost perfect for me, and I was awake once I got out of bed in the morning. I go to school and things where going good as well. I avoided singing (ju-why-e-zon-e-vair-sair) happy b-day in french class, all my friends, even teachers, said happy b-day and gave my b-day cookies ( blaugh ).
It came to lunch time and my friends wanted to surprize me with a cake that wasn't with them. We left to the school parking lot to eat it. I didn't know what they were doing but I was forced to follow them. They pulled out the cake and all ate from it with forks. It became a mountain of crumbles with a candle at the top. We packed it away and were off to go somewhere else to go for the next 40 minuites. We were pulled over by a cop and all were 'arrested'. Why do you ask? Well, it's allowed for students to 'leave the school premises' for lunch (we were still in the parking lot when he got us), but only for juniors and seniors. I am a softmore and so was Deriel who was in my lunch hour. Tod also was in my lunch hour, but he's a freshmen. My friend Liz and Iesha were skipping and were softmores. My friend Leanne was a freshmen and was skipping. The only one who was alowed to be out was my boyfriend, Justin, but he was skipping gym (even though his class was in the same area as we were). When we were all crammed into the dumbass cops car, my friends told me not to worry or to not care. I told them this is usually how my birthday goes, but usually it does't mess in with the cops. It is true. I've never really had a good b-day. Sure I've had parties, but all of them became desasters at the end. Anyway, my friend Liz, who had planned all this, felt extremely terrible. I usually wouldn't of cared, but since almost HALF of my friends now had to pay a $55 ticket because of me, just kinda made me feel like s**t. Well, I didn't get grounded, I just had to use all my b-day plus extra to pay off the ticket.
A few days later, it was spring break and I was so exicted to accually get a break from the 5 straight weeks of school. Ok, well my friend Nate, who dosen't go to school, was having a party. I went, and it was fun until I learned everyone was sleeping over. I had to go home. I was mad at my mom because, I've been "miss goody-two-shoes" for about 2 years straight (not counting the ticket from before) and my female friend Liz was sleeping over as well and I've been to sleep overs like this before, but she just wouldn't let me. I was just burning mad. I was planning on going over there earlier the next morning but I just didn't care anymore. I called Justin and asked if he thought it would be a good idea to come over. He said that I'd probably get in trouble, but he really wanted me to come over (could hear it in his voice). Also, before I left, some of my other friends were telling me to stay or sneak out, so I did with confidence. I got there and I instantly got a headache (joy....), no to mention my period started that day. About five minuites of being there, I got a terrible stomach ache (probably from the 3 dozen cookies I had ate that day). So, feeling quite crappy I lie down and try to feel better. My stomach just got worse, so I jogged to the bathroom and sat down by the toliet. I sat there thinking of what the f*ck I was doing. I didn't feel any guilt like I would of if I was doing something wrong, but I just hated the fact that I got so sick, even though I know it was totally my fault. I tried to make my self puke (sticking fingers down throat thing), but I just couldn't. I started crying. I was mad at myself mostly, but also a little at God, and extremely my mother. All of a sudden, a rage came in and out of me which cured my headache and stomach ache instantly. I prayed loud in my head to God saying that I accept any punishment that I would get from being here. I came back for Justin, and me being sick doesn't help him at all. Feeling better I headed back to the garage (yes, the garage) and feel asleep with Justin on the floor (yay comfy right?....). Around 4 in the morning we were woken up to Nate's dad banging on the door telling me to get up and get outside. Only, half awake, I grab what's near me and walk out the door. My mom was standing there. We went to her car. Of course she was yelling at me, but I didn't really listen. I was accually smiling, still feeling Justins warmth on my back. Once she backed out of the driveway, my stomach was back with a vengence, and I puked over myself. It got on my hoodie, my stuffed elephant that I brung, and my mom's car. I believed I laughed a little afterwards because right before I spewed, my mom asked me if there was any drinking going on in there. She said I was definetly grounded, and I thought, "Well no duh." I didn't start feeling bad till I wiped the regurgitated chettos off my face. I was thinking of Justin who was crying and hiding under the sleeping bag when I left. Let's just say, me neither Justin slept well that night. The next day Justin came to my house and appologized to my mom because he should of told me to stay home. (this shocked me extremlely, and after this, my parents are still telling me to look around xp )
Yes, I'm still grounded, and I'll be free on the 17th of May, but with super restrictions xp
Well ok, being bored out of my mind everyday, I started applying to get a job. After completeing 2 applications to Shopko, the call me in for an interveiw. I was happy again, but only for a short time. I told Justin about it, and he got really mad. He was mad because for a year and a half he's been looking for a job and nobody has called him yet, can because all the people he knows that have jobs, seriously don't deserve them. (i agree with him on that) This made me feel terrible. I went to the interveiw with a fake smile and heavy heart. Justin was still mad. They said they would call me that night, but they never did. I even called back, but they hung up on me, so I didn't get the job. Justin started feeling a little sorry for me then.
Another thing that happened last week, was that my cell phone was stolen (it's more like I dropped it and the person that found it didn't return it and desided to use up about $100 worth of calls and texts gonk ) Justin got better because he was able to go to an Anime Convention which, was the only thing that I didn't get for my b-day that I wanted, and it was the only thing that I wanted crying ).
Like I said, other people may think that I'm gonna go into serious depression, but I'm not. There are others worse and it's not like they took everything away from me (i still have my 6-3 hour internet window)
Well that's all for now. Hopefully my next entry is less sad and more funny mrgreen .
