Oops I did it again..

Yeah, so maybe I forgot something. The whole game plan behind me blogging was because I wanted to rant and it's late and no one listens to me anyways.

First off, went on formspring and someone told the girl I hate that she was a bitch. LOVED IT. I hate her so fucking much. I feel swearing coming on, by the by. This girl is what I like to call a "one-upper." She decides that if you have 2 bracelets you made yourself, she will show off the 14 she made in 5 minutes. She acts as if everyone is below her, and she insults everyone backhandedly, and I cannot stand it. Something about her is off, so I avoid her as much as I can.

Another thing. Ryan's mother is seriously psychotically out of hand. She yells about everything. She criticizes ryan's every move. She will not LEAVE THINGS ALONE. Like, your son is weeks away from becoming a 19 year old MAN. Fucking leave your high horse and stop acting like you control his life. Yes, he knows whether or not to shut the light off. Just because he was finishing the last bite of his sandwich does not mean you can yell and be a condescending whore about things by telling him he wouldn't have done it anyway. Ryan is the type of person who is given NO credit for all of the amazing things he does. I am not being a typical spoiling girlfriend here, either. Ryan works full physical labor from 8 in the morning to 4 in the afternoon, sometimes he goes overtime and does favors for other people who aren't capable to do yard work, and he goes into a 12 or 13 hour day. THEN, he needs to come home and shower, and he just wants a second to relax, but since his parents feel like he's done NOTHING all day, they yell and tell him this, that he "does nothing for them around the house." He's too busy trying to pay off his fucking car insurance that YOU don't help him out with, ever, at all, and he still lives under your roof, and he is still your spawn, yet the help doesn't come easy. The poor boy gets no positive attention from these people and they could care less that he's leaving to another state in the fall because they don't have enough faith to think he's even GRADUATING. They treat their daughter like the perfect girl and she never gets yelled at. Seriously, only for dumb stuff, because she's great at sucking up and not saying anything. Unfair. In actuality, Ryan has potential to do anything, and his confidence is busted down by his mother and step dad, because they can't find it in their hearts to have the slightest exchange of niceties with their oldest son.

To me? That's pathetic. I never appreciated how great my parents treated me until I saw what shit Ryan receives from his own. Even his REAL mother can't ever find it in her heart to NOT be a bitch, and to give him credit. She breaks him down like a bully, as if that's a successful parenting method. It's not. Newsflash. Whatever, I guess I'll be done ranting about such things.

I absolutely need to sleep. It's hot-ish and I'm tired and I need to make progress enough on my rough draft so I can finish it in class tomorrow. I cannot take the pressure to get it done, but whatevs for now.

I hope I don't get sick of it and fall asleep...eeeeep.



GOODNIGHT BLOGGER! (:

High is the way, but our eyes are upon the ground,

Alright, I haven't "blogged" in a while. Apparently that IS a real word...anyways.

My life has been quite busy since April. It's now May. I have 16 days left of my sophomore year, and now I am extremely terrified that my adult life is starting to begin. Right now I'm living in the moment. Unfortunately, Ryan's last day is tomorrow. and then he'll be done with high school. forever. holy shit. I don't know what I can do without him. He's definitely my rock, and how I keep sane during the school day, and he's my best friend, and I choke up if I think about him gone. It's pathetic, really. But you don't know the half of it - his future college plans lie 4 hours away from here in NEW JERSEY. What the hell? New jersey? That's fuckin' far. 'Scuse the french. But that's seriously far for us. Our only separation happens when he goes to visit his dad in FL. Speaking of...I have to meet his real father and step-mother for the first time EVER at his graduation. Like, I don't remember being that nervous to meet his mom and step-dad. It's probably because I know I have to impress his father. He, yes, is the same guy who hasn't been around in years, and I'm probably more familiar with his son on a daily basis than he is. Thank god he isn't jerky or neglectful. But he's a big deal, cause that's who Ryan resembles most.

Other than those freaky future plans, my ears, are STILL BLOCKED. This time around I am praying to God it is allergies. But I can't be sure, so I'm toughing it out. I'm pretty happy with my personal life other than missing ryan, however. My three best, Kaity, Lauren, and Christiana, are all arranging to hang with me tomorrow. Hopefully I can squeeze them in after staying after in the library for a stupid health project. I just want it over with. I'm like that with everything at the end of the year. I just realized I was supposed to do a map, but with this other big stuff due I can't afford to pass that in on time. I hope I end up doing well on my history book critique, because that's a large grade that will bring me to a 90 for sure. I would appreciate that for my final grades so it won't be a C. whatevs. School is stressful, and this is me avoiding my research paper. I dislike rough drafts immensely.

The weather, by the by, is incredibly hot and sticky. And my house does not have central air, A/C, nothin'. I have to tough this out the old-fashioned way. And I hate that. I think I'll consider wrapping this up since I have to go to bed as early as possible while still finishing my rough draft of my research paper. The one thing I dislike most in this world is that paper, and its ridiculous time frame to finish it in. Which, in my opinion, is a direct result of the teacher's stupidity and lack of thinking ahead. Ah. I guess if I throw something together that ends up as 11 paragraphs I can convert it from piece-o-shit to AMAZING by Friday, hopefully. I need extra points. Seriously..


ALRIGHT. Time for beddy-bye. Lucy needs to compensate for the FOUR HOURS of sleep received the night prior.

Goodnight Blogger World, keep those wet dreams to a minimum.