Voltorb and Electrode, Self-Destructive Pokémon

     It was a great day, it really was. It wasn't school that made me explode, it was the events that followed getting off te bus...
     Apparently its wrong to get upset when some one is constantly hitting you. Oh wait, I mean "playing". I am soooo sorry that I don't find the humor in getting hit repeatedly with your beanie and hands. MY BAD. But I believe that I had every right to be mad. And you know what? I'm very happy at how easily you can drop me, when I do everything in my power to hold on. I care about you and our friendship, but if you can't even apologize, I think I'm wasting my time. The funny thing about me, though, is that I keep caring long after my logic says not to. So here I am. Waiting. I figured that I'm never enough. Well, we both know that. And like I said, I'm waiting. Hoping I'll be enough. Pretending I'm so goddamn great, so goddamn great.
     I cried and went to the garage after blowing up at you, I punched the walls, then I sat alone in the middle of the floor, giving myself time to attain composure. I was okay, for a while.
     You called me. You asked me-- no, you told me to go home. You said I have no emotion and that I don't care. That my heart in an envelope is not enough. I'm never enough for anyone and I want to do the impossible: make everyone happy. And you...
     You still make me happy. And all the arguing is futile and I'm glad that we always stray from it. It is very unlike us. It's not us at all.
     My grandma called me; the things she said made me smile. We spoke of greedy children after Christmas and love. She's the only one that has faith in me. Well, beside ourselves.
     On other things, I have a irreplaceable best friend. No one can top this friend of mine. I mean, sometimes she doesn't listen to me and other times she's really mean; but she's still my best friend and I love her to death. If you don't know who I'm talking about, I speak (well type) about Kasey. She's always there for me and I hope she knows that I'm always here (where ever I am) for her. I love her with all my heart and never in my life have I had a better best friend.<3
     There are other things swimming around in my head, I've been having a lot of flashbacks. Flashbacks are weird. It's a different expierence than what you would expect. It's mind-blowing actually. They were talking about Christmas presents that they were told not to open until the 25th (of December, obviously). It made me remember when I lived in Japan. Marky Chase handed me a box and said "Do not open this until Christmas day". I placed it under the tree and waited day by day, wondering what it held inside. Some days I'd hold it in my hand and imagine the contents. Other days I'd shake it, hoping to tell what it was by the sound. Christmas morning I woke up early and opened the tiny white box and pulled out a necklace whose charm appeared to be a marijuana plant (lol) with the wrong amout of leaves. It was sort of clover-like in a off green color, on a yellow-gold chain. I remember admiring it for a long time. I hope I can find it some day. But that isn't the only flashback I've been having, just the only one I'm going to share with you. Goodbye.

Daylight savings is humanity taking a loan from time

     Slow day. I spent the majority of last night on the phone, after being called sweetie by a girl. Not in a lesbian manner, but in the manner which is used to insult. I slept in and I think daylight savings had nothing to do with it.
     Speaking of daylight savings... It's a ridiculous event. Sure we gain an hour of sleep but in the long run, was that one hour worth losing one in spring? I don't think so. And it is lovely to go outside and it's light in the morning, isn't it? Yeah well I much rather have it lighter later in the day so I'm not afraid to stay outside at five o'clock. Daylight savings is this stupid idea that humanity can control time by asking it for a loan. The funny thing about loans is that you have to pay them back and, oddly enough, we go through this ridiculous process every year. But I digress.
     Today I spent a little time with Kasey before she went to her grandparents, and the rest of the time with Pablo. Pablo and I made art out of a canvas, paint, and trash bags. We named it "Unicorns" then spent quite some time identifying small objects within the whole. We came to my house and did extravagant math problems to figure out how much seconds are necessary in an hour for my wrist watch to gain one minute everyday. It was complex but interesting. Later, we played a game on my mini fridge where we took turns drawing small doodles to make a grand picture. Quite enthralling. I started drawing everyone I know in stick figure form but I'm far from finished. After Pablo left, Heather, my dad, and I headed to watch the Greenbay Packers play the Dallas Cowboys.
     I didn't really want to go but you know, what could I do? I wasn't too hungry when we got there so I ate a little here and there. I socialized a bit. I sat. I drank sweet tea. I nibbled on things here and there. I played with my iPhone for quite a while. I started falling asleep so it was decided that we return home. I had been trying to type this while I was over at the house of Packer's fans, but it just wasn't the same. I like the feel of my computer keys. It is time to call it a night though, I will see you tomorrow.

Almost tomorrow, yet today is never ending

     Sometimes it feels as though nothing goes right even when it's going swell. Today was uneventful. I mean, I did go out and do something... it just didn't feel like it. It felt like nothing was accomplished whatsoever. I woke up at five o'clock this morning and I have yet to sleep. I'm very tempted to take a fist to my face. Tempted. But I digress.
     This morning started off slowly. Thinking about whether I should go back to sleep or not, after all, I would not be leaving my house until 7:20. I read all I was required to know about taking the SAT test this morning. I had my two (mechanical) pencils, a White Pearl eraser, my TI-84 Plus calculator,  my SAT admission ticket, a fruit roll-up, and my wallet which contained the necessary photograph identification card. The fact that my pencils were mechanical is a very important factor because I had multiple warnings against using them.
     On the SAT admission ticket: "Leave the following prohibited items at home- you cannot use them while at the test center: mechanical pencil... etc". The test booklet and answer documents also warned me more than once, as did the test administrator and the writing which remained on the blackboard for the duration of about four hours. I refuse to write with regular everyday pencils: they smell repulsive, breakage means you have to take the time to sharpen them, and generally, the erasers are terrible. Well we shall soon find out if mechanical pencil really doesn't work on the SAT test. (I wonder if I am allowed to discuss this on the internet, we were specifically told not to use any type of media to discuss the test... Ah, I think I'm okay. I'm not discussing questions or answers or anything of that nature.)
     Back to the testing experience: Timed shtuff, you know. I'm antsy. I sit with my legs up in my seat because the feeling of my feet touching the ground is disturbing. I'm easily distracted. I don't believe I did so well but we shall see in the time to come. I finished testing at about one o'clock and then went to go deal with some cellular business concerning my phone plan.
     It's quite a story, the background of why I was at the at&t store, so I shall begin. I moved to Virginia to live with my father, whom I have never spent more than a vacation's time with. I was previously a resident of Texas, in the custody of my mother but it is difficult to say with whom I lived with, that story is for another day. Well back on track, my mother didn't want to pay for my phone bill anymore; for various reasonable reasons (ha, reasonable reasons) including me not living with her. (But of course!) Well my father had been putting this off for a while. "Next weekend," he'd say or "You didn't remind me..." Well today was finally the day. Right after SAT testing, I was inside a small at&t sales center. For a long while, my father and the man named Cody talked about how difficult it would be for my phone to get transferred to his account, then later to tell us that it was quite impossible if I wanted to keep my own number. Then we found out that my line was the primary line of my mother's account. How strange, ha ha ha. Well that went on. My phone is still under my mother's plan but my father plans to pay her the fifty dollars a month it costs to keep my phone line alive. Then it was chow time. Yummy.
     Schlotzsky's Deli. It wasn't my choice of an eatery but everyone else wanted it. I chose the Thai chicken pizza, for no particular reason, and it was enjoyable. The day dragged on because I had to preform daily tasks: shower, fix hair, walk dogs, etc. Boring. It wasn't until around 5 o'clock that something actually happened.
     Kasey and I asked Mister Greg for a lift to Pembroke Mall. We spent a good amount of time in Hot Topic searching for Christmas presents for our friends. Eventually we made our way to the movie theatre where we watched that Facebook movie "The social network". It was okay. I would not spend money to go see it in the theatre, which I did not. (I had passes) Anyhow, the best part of the movie was the whole forced cannibalism and chicken thing. Kasey missed the BEST part. Six out of thirteen Christmas presents have been purchased today. And after getting picked up by Misses Kasey's Mom, my day ended and I founded this. Oh, and ate a lot of Halloween candy. I will probably run it off tomorrow. Goodnight.