Thanks Chelle DX

Welp, guess what two idiots were unbelievably late this morning? What is up with this woman? Dx Poor Chelle was dozing off for most of the morning, during lunch time, and even a bit in the afternoon. I told her if she didn't go to sleep early today and got a good ten hours (yes, ten) she was going to end up passing out in her Pre-Cal class.


My morning more or less began right as my brother had some bipolar, "I'm on the 20's now so I'm obviously better than you" rant, before storming off as my mother yelled after him. My sister just kind of stared at her cereal like it was the newly discovered works of Shakespeare before my dad rescued her and took her to school. It was not a pretty way to start the morning (I still have no clue what all that yelling was about, truth be told), and yet when we got to school today, my homeroom teacher started rambling on about something that had happened. Apparently this girl (can't remember her name. Sasha? Tasha? It was something like that) hasn't been at school for foreverrrr, and she was a good student and really friendly, so I guess some people are worried. She asked us if we'd seen her, but to let you guys in on a little secret, I have no bloody clue what half of my classmates look like, and rarely do I know their names. Sometimes, I even forget what color eyes Chelle has--and she's my best friend. No wonder I'm such a scumbag in her dreams, I can't even remember the simple fact that she has blue eyes. If she hadn't dyed her bangs blue I would probably never pick her out from a crowd of people.


Aside from that, some overload of homework and awkwardness. Lots of awkwardness. That's gotta be a routine in my life.


-Alex

Talk about awkward...

So on my creative writing class (first time there's ever been an elective like that on my high school--squee!) we had to write a paper about ourselves in the form of a character. As in, make a self insert and make up stories for them. Kind of like a character bio. I didn't get to present today, but the stories read today were awkward, and we're like, so totally suppose to relate to that (insert picture of me flamboyantly flipping my hair and waving my hand). I was expecting a bunch of perfect, angel like Mary Sue's and Stu's to start flowing down from the mouth of today's teen society, but that would have been hoping for something good. Instead, there was about ten thousand papers about characters who were not good enough, pretty enough, smart enough, who wanted to vent out their fears and problems through the world and let their creativity burst from their hearts and to the surface.


Yeah...talk about awkward. I think at some point my teacher just started fiddling around uncomfortably with her pen and the paper she was using to grade us. I expected some to outright admit to rape or murder, the way things were turning, that would have been the least out-of-nowhere thing to say in that class. I was glad for the couple of jokers that went up to describe characters who did insane things (seriously, Chelle would have done great in this class, but she's already taking art, jewelry, and some other requirement--I think it's a language class, can't remember), but aside from that, there was so much doom and gloom.


Gack.


So I still have to write mine...not sure what I'll be saying. She said the characters were suppose to be based off, not...directly us, and that there was no shame in exaggeration. But I am in no way interesting enough to even have a scrap of my life put on for the rest of the world. In fact...why the hell do I have a blog? Nothing interesting ever happens, and nothing ever will. Maybe I just like pretending writing about my life makes me someone.


Oops, about to move into "I'm not perfect, nobody loves me" territory. Better stop now. So for the character...well, there's no shame in exaggerating, no shame in lying. Can't have one without the other, right?


-Alex