Big Fat Mess (Typical Day in My Life) -

My dad woke me up at around 7:25 this morning. My entire body was quite sore, due to tossing and turning in the middle of the night. And because my window was left open throughout the night for the past two days, it was quite cold in my room. And because of that, I often wake up in the middle of the night and feel the coldness slip into my huddle of quilts. But I like it. I prefer coldness to warmth.

So I turned the radio on to full volume, and let the noise take me over, and clean out my brain and it’s sleepiness. I forgot what the people were talking about today, but yesterday, the radio host was talking about eight-year-olds asking their mom if they can shave their legs.

Went to the bathroom, washed my face, tried to make my hair straight. Skipped breakfast, and went to school. I arrived 10 minutes before the time the bell was supposed to ring. My friends were talking about going to Florida after senior year. Sam wanted to road trip to Florida, and she volunteered to drive; I wanted to drive. I protested that I’m not driving to Florida. So Linda suggested for us to road trip down to Los Angeles. It was kinda funny, because that was what I had suggested in the first place, freshman year.

Bell rang. Turned out I have a sub for math today. She taught the lesson for today, but all I could hear was the muttering of an Indian guy sitting behind me. “Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!” I found it quite queer, and concluded that he was practicing how to swear.

I avoided saying ‘Hi’ to Elliott on the way to second period. I hate Multi Media. It’s the most pointless class in the world. I switched my spinny chair with the desk next to mine. They always steal my chair anyways. It happened to so that I have a sub in Multi Media too. It was kinda sad because when the sub came in, everyone cheered. Mr. Orloff then asked if anyone is taking AP test, because he used to teach AP at this school. Aaron raised his hand, and Mr. Orloff went, “Pfshh. You don’t even know how to spell ‘AP.’” Favorite sub ever.

Since I do not take a sport, I have to take PE. We don’t do shit in PE. But it’s pretty chill. The clothes that we have to wear are quite gross though. Especially those awkward shorts that aren’t exactly short, but don’t go past your knees either. Hooray for sweatpants. Mr. Lloyd told our class we can either run half a mile, or do the circle drill with him. I ran, because I needed to work on my thighs. Then Mr. Lloyd said we each had a choice of playing football or soccer, but like I said, I needed to work on my thighs, so I told my friends to walk the track with me. After half a lap, Mr. Lloyd whistled and called us in. He was mad because we didn’t do what he told us to, so he made the whole class do bleachers. I was leaning on the fence of the bleacher, and Mr. Lloyd was walking on the bottom. I could have sworn he touched my but while walking past me. Was the child molester rumors true?

My history class is quite pointless after the student teacher took over. I don’t even need to read the textbook, and I can still get 112% on my test (from extra credit). Ms. McGuinn, I guess, is okay. We don’t even have to pretend we’re not listening to music, and we can eat openly in class, and she won’t even say a word. I guess she’s sort of trying to get our class to like her, but the whole situation is just kind of sad. On the subject of Ms. McGuinn, she’s kind of big. But she has a boyfriend whom Amanda thought was cute (Ms. McGuinn brought in a picture of her boyfriend). Personality, maybe.

I went to buy lunch with Kimberly and Linda. The line was very long and I was very bored. Kimberly and Linda were talking about classic books, almost which I have never read. Pride and Prejudice, they told me to read. So I can understand what’s the thing they were talking about: Becoming Jane.

The guy that sells the lunch is really cute. He’s like, Vietnamese, and he’s probably like, in his 50s. Old Asian guys are so cute; but old Asian women are often really crabby. I love how Asians, they look really good in their 20s, really good in their 30s, and really good all the way up to age 39. And once they hit 40, they look super old.

I didn’t really get to eat my lunch today, but it’s okay. I was supposed to be on a diet anyways. Too bad my diets never last. I always do super good until 3 in the afternoon, when I come back home, where there’s food everywhere. And then I go, ‘Oh well. I might as well eat dinner then.’ And then I feel bloated and then the process repeats and continues.

We’re reading ‘To Kill A Mockingbird’ in English. We just got new seats yesterday, and my row, which is also my group for group projects, sucks. I pretty much have to do all the work, since all they know how to do is text and play on each other’s cell phones. Good game. But in an arrangement like this, I feel more pressured to do better work without asking James for answers.

We took a test in Biology yesterday, so today my class just fooled around. Just ‘cause Mr. Walton’s chill like that. But there’s this really annoying girl that sits behind me in that class. Her name is Christy. Why is she annoying? Like, for example, on a Friday a while ago, Mr. Walton asked if we wanted homework. Well, obviously, the answer is no, but Christy was like, “Okay! I almost have no homework this weekend. And if I don’t’ have homework, my parents makes me do SAT practice tests and stuff! Please?” And I swear, my whole class was like, the fuck? She also has this thing, when people ask her question, she gives you this look, and goes, “Like, how can you not get this? This is so easy!” And when she asks you a question, it’s like the normal-est thing in the world.

And that reminds me, there’s this other chick in my history class that’s really annoying. Her name is Erin (and her last name is Wang, so together, her initials are EW). Her voice sounds like her nose is plugged up or something, and it’s quite sad to say, but no one likes her. Michelle sits next to me in class, and Erin’s always like, “Michelleeeeeee, you look pretty today.” I mean, I’m not like, jealous of the attention, or the compliments, but it’s just funny. And she’s always touching Michelle’s stuff, and asking Michelle to see her homework and if Michelle likes it or not. Erin also has this habit of looking-slash-asking people what they got on their test or quiz. She would ask the people that she knew are stupid, and be like, “[name], what did you get on the test/quiz?” They say a bad score, and she’s like, “I got a 86 (or whatever).” My friend, Janet, she really despises Erin. Janet wouldn’t even answer Erin when Erin asks her something. Janet would just look at Erin, and look away. Ouch. Erin also kisses up to the ‘preps.’ It’s quite sad and quite heartbreaking. She would be like, “Amandaaaaa, you want a piece of gum?” It’s sickening.

After school, I talked to Brian on AIM. I went to homecoming with Brian, and we haven’t talked in real life since then. Quite a sad situation, so I decided to IM Brian and ask him what’s up. Turned out his friend, Kristine, told Brian that on the day of Kristine’s birthday party, I was harassing her with a couple of friends of mine. Kristine said, “Do what you want. I won’t care if you guys get married or whatever.” So Brian was really stumped on this. He said that his view on me changed, and he wasn’t sure what to think. So he stopped talking to me. And my side of the story was: I was not at Kristine’s birthday party. It’s true that my friends were at her birthday party, and they did go a bit overboard, but they had their reasons too.

Kristine moved to my school in freshmen year. She used to go to school with my friends from Evergreen, and was pretty chill with them. So sophomore year she had this birthday party, and she had invited her friends from Evergreen as well. But at the birthday party, she wasn’t paying attention to her Evergreen friends at all, all of whom she had knew from around middle school and before middle school. Wouldn’t you be pissed if your friend acted like that? So my friends got pissed at Kristine, and now they hate each other. Good game.

So basically, Kristine was lying about my friends and I harassing her at her birthday party. I don’t know her reason. To ruin Brian and my relationship? How dumb. If she had talked to me before, she would know Brian was the only one feeling lovely dovely.

Good thing I didn’t like her. Even before this whole scenario.