Board Meeting Comment

Mom and I were driving back from math class when we took a detour to the District Office. Mom'd been following the development of the school's safety plan, and she wanted to see if the meeting discussing it was tonight or in January. The secretary, a friend of Mom's, gave her the agenda. On it were two items: One discussing a maintenance report, the one after it was an announcement of positions that would be cut from the school's budget. Both Mom and the secretary were annoyed because the Director of Maintenance was a man who wasn't liked very much by the board. The board had taken to, every time he came up with a report, nitpicking the document for up to an hour and a half. The next item on the agenda was the announcement that the man's position was cut from the school's budget. I thought this was awful, and asked Mom what she was going to do about it. She said that she didn't really want to die on this particular hill, and that she was going to talk to him in private. I thought she should go down and comment on it, she thought not. But she did say that anyone, even a minor, can comment. So I wrote this in case she didn't buck up and say something.

Hello, I'm Neo Archeo, I live on 1617 Nighting Gale Court with my parents, whose phone number is 607-924-6674. I am thirteen years old. I'm here to comment on the treatment of the Director of Maintenance, Mr. Jonestan. I heard today that because of your personal opinions of Mr. Jonestan, you are going to nitpick his work for an hour and a half, and then do away with his position. How dare you? I think it's great that you want to look at your agenda items in detail, good for you. If you think that cutting staff will help with a budget deficet, then fine, full steam ahead. But to use the public meetings to so obviously to thumb your nose at a person, that's just embarrassing. I'm currently in a charter school because the Public Middle School is not meeting my needs. How about, instead of wasting your breath on a stupid little prank that just enhances your obviously flawed personalities, you work on the bullying problems Mytown has, and the dropout rates that our high schoolers have. The school board was built to meet the needs of the children, MY needs, not to be a place to exibit juvenile behavior. You help the kids, not act like them. Stop taunting, start working.

I know I'm thirteen. I get it. I don't know everything. There may be a secret message that all board members get that tells you that the meetings designed for the good of minors are really for testing out your favorite coffeeshop blather. But I haven't gotten that memo. From what I, an under eighteen year old, citizen of the city of Mytown, can see, you're taking up time in a meeting made to help with MY PROBLEMS with your stupid little distractions. You're not doing anything for the children by being rude to Mr. Jonestan, don't you dare say that you are. Instead of helping my little brother and sister, instead of helping my friends, you're combing through a maintenance report, desperately trying to make a man THAT YOU HIRED look like the bad guy. I can't believe that grown adults would be so selfish as to do this. It's humiliating. I hope you're proud. If you are, congradulations. You're the only ones.

Chrismas List NUMBAH TWOOOOO!!!!

It's heerrrreeeeeeeeee.........

Hee hee. I know I haven't posted in a while, and losts of stuff has happened. I also realize that I'm two months early in posting this, but Dad said he's started shopping already. I'll let Mom talk about that annoying logical stuff like the month, and what's happened, heaven knows I don't want to. Instead, here's some good ol' whining.

Yes. Oh yes. It has come. It has come to destroy you all! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Ahem. Sorry.

This is actually my first Christmas list, as usually I don't have any goals in mind during the season. Now that I do, I may as well right them down now before I forget. This is in note format with headings (in bold) and subheadings (in italics).

Laptop

-PLEAAASSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEE????????????

Artist Supplies

-Calligraphy For Dummies
A wonderful series, I'd love to read.

-Sketchbooks
I filled my last two, I need some more big ones.

Books

This is Your Brain on Music
By Daniel J. Levitin -- Sounds cool, reviewed another excellent book,
Kluge.

Musicophilia: Tales of Music and the Brain, Revised and Expanded Edition
By Oliver Sacks -- Cause he's just cool like that :)

Made to Stick: Why Some Ideas Survive and Others Die
By Chip and Dan Heath -- Also reviewed Kluge, sounds like a good book.

The Happiness Hypothosis
By Jonathan Haidt -- Kluge review, looks good.

The Paradox of Choice
By Barry Schwartz -- ._. Basically the same as above? Similar to above? No Kludge
in this one.

Predictably Irrational
By Dan Ariely -- Who wouldn't buy a book with this title?

Music
-$50 iTunes giftcard
I've had one before and LOVED IT!!! It lasted all the way to
February, which is pretty impressive considering the amount of music I
buy during the vacation.

Clothing
-Hot Topic... Pretty much anything actually.
Well, I mean, not ANYTHING, but something within reason.

Manga!!!
-Inuyasha 26-however many you can get in English
Oh, god yes.

-Punch! 1-3
A friend lent me these, and I loved them. Unfortunately I had to return
them as she kinda sorta wanted them back.

-Fruits Basket 3-As Many As Possible (AMAP)
Same as above, an adorable series with an excellent plot.

-Yurara 1-AMAP
Same as above, Chelsey loaned me TONS of manga.

-Millennium Snow 1-AMAP
Same as above.

-Vampire Knight 5
The most recent book in a series that Chelsey loaned me, I own 1, 2, and 3.

-Aria 2
The most recent book in a series that I GOT MYSELF YEAH WHOOO!!!!
*cough* Ahem... I saw it at the school book fair and got it, it's a cute series.

-Black Cat 3-7 and 13-AMAP
Excellent art and characters, I found this series at my cousin's house.

-Death Note 1-AMAP
I found volume 3 hanging around in my cousin's house, but couldn't understand
a thing, it being #3. Later I watched a Youtube of the 1st episode I got very
interested.


This is a work-in-progress, and it'll be updated as the season progresses. Sit tight!

It's too hot to think of a title.

102 today. Since it was so hot, I had no appetite, but it since t was hot and I wanted to see if eating would d help, I wound up ingesting the following:

Six popsicles

Two ramen (in the morning, when it was cooler)

Two small cantaloupes

Two pieces of bread

A bite of cheese.

I swear to god, if Dad yells at me again I'm going to kill him.

I got my report card today. He didn't want me to see it before I did. I told him that since it was my work and my grade, I should see it first. Apparently this was a capital crime, as he shouted, "I swear, if you open that mouth to me you're not seeing it at all! Now you just back off!"

I wound up getting all A's, with an A- in math.

Somehow I'm not as enthusiastic as I thought I would be.

The Tree Vortex

There was a story on a chat board I was reading that caught my eye. Apparently, across the poster's street, a tree had fallen and torn up a chunk of sidewalk. A company was hired to dispose of the tree, but for some reason left the stump, as though it would just work itself back into place like a piece of a jigsaw puzzle. It didn't.

A few days later Ms.Poster found a pair of boots next to the stump. Her theory was that the boots had fallen from the tree and the neighborhood stray had kicked them into veiw.

A different theory was quickly suggested by another member of the chat: a previously undiscovered vortex hiding under the tree has sucked up an unsuspecting passerby so fast that his/her boots were left behind in this dimension.

I had to draw it.

More info on DevArt.

In other news, SUMMER'S HERE! Well, it has been here. For about six days. I'm pretty sure I'll be very socially active, since I have given my phone number to a group of people who take great delight in gatherings of five to ten friends. These seem to happen approximately twice a week, instead of twice a month like I'm used to, but hey, it's better than fighting hormones that insist that Dad is an enemy to be verbally bashed every five seconds.

Yep. That's about it.

Yet Another One

I like her design, And her yellow came out great! And that's coming from someone who hates yellow. Typically bad BG. More on DevArt.

Erm...

No title for this one, too lazy.


New DevArt ID, if you want the info, go there. Love the eyes and glasses on this one.

Another Elf explosion today. Mom, Elf, Midget, and I went over to a distant cousin's house for a Memorial Day BBQ, Elf exploded after two hours, Mom had to hold him down, I had to call Dad, the usual.

And they wonder why I'd rather stay in my room...

Elf

Elf and I lending books to one another.

Elf and I grappling for a hold on each other's faces.

Elf and I helping putting dishes away.

Elf and I listening to Mom call the police for help.

Elf and I recommending music to one another.

Elf and I crying, one from fighting Mom for an hour straight, one from listening to her mother in pain and not being able to do anything.

Elf and I cheering on the winning Superbowl team.

Elf and I trying to ignore Mom telling the police that yes, this is an ongoing problem.

Elf and I going to therapy for what he is doing to himself and others.

Elf and I playing Gamecube.

Elf being restrained by Dad for his own safety, I hearing.

Elf causing Mom to cry in the car, I caring.

Elf attacking his best friend, I crying.

Elf making Midget cry in pain, I fuming.

Elf saying he loves me, I breaking.

Elf saying he hates me, I defending.

Elf apologizing for hitting me, I nodding.

Elf asking me what happened to break our friendship, I writing.

Another Pic

See? Told ya.

OMG, this one took FOREVER! I changed her color scheme four or five times. What a headache. I like how the glows came out, even though they're not perfect.

More info on DeviantArt.

51

I just realized that this is my 51st post. Go me!

CA is having its first heat wave of the summer. It's supposed to get to 104 today. Yesterday it hit 97 while I was doing laps for PE. Not fun. And this unit is Speedball (a game that Mom thinks sounds suspiciously like Rugby) and I have 7th period PE. *sobb*

I've started a new pic collection of fursonas. A fursona is an anthro character. I've been trying to find my main one (who's going to be used like a spokesperson of sorts), and I'm doing five pictures of different anthros to do it. I'm going to need your help voting, I'll put up the poll when I'm done, porobably sometime in June.

Here's #1:
I like her design in general, though (as pointed out by Mom) hre thighs are too long *shakefist*. Her colors definitely need a redo though, they don't flow properly. The background is awful, and it will need to go, even if I love the texture.

Number 2 should be up in a few days.

Update

I've made another pic (two in two days, a new record!), this one for a DeviantArt ID:
All of its info is on DeviantArt, I'm too lazy to repost it. And yes, that is me, though my hair is a LOT brighter than the color shown, we've finished re-dying it and it's almost fluorescent.

I've started on "The Garden of Roiled Chaos", and I've just realized how hard this is going to be. I've spent a good 45 minutes just getting all of the plant reference photos I need. That is, with the photo time, 1 hr 40 mins on the sketch, and I'm not even done yet! Definably one of my biggest efforts for one pic.

Heres I Ams!

Hello again! Sorry for the long wait, I know the *ahem* two people who read this blog are sitting on the edges of their seats. Unfortunately for them, this is just a h00ge update post.

My DeviantArt account has been switched to here. I have done a new pic of a character of mine, Miss Mercy.
I'm pretty happy with her, if I make myself ignore the hideous background.

We're rebleaching my hair today to ensure maximum color for the dying tomorrow. Pics should come.

We have redone our front yard. Five trees (three citrus of varying kinds and two Japanese maples) and pumpkin, small flower, and sunflower sprouts. These are part of a combined effort to A) hide the awfulness of the non-existent lawn and B) to sell pumpkins to irritate the neighbors. Artist's representation of the full grown "Garden of Roiled Chaos" to come.

Emma

I overheard Mom talking on the phone about the racism in the treatment of disabled children. Basically, if the kid's drooling and can't walk, sure! We'd love him/her! Look Normal Children, look how nice we're being to This Poor Weird Person! If, however, the child looks, but does not act, normal, than s/he must be just playing with us. How dare they say no to us!

Emma is an Autistic child in my art class. There, now I'm doing it. Child. I would say 'kid' or 'girl' to anyone else, wouldn't I? I don't know. But Emma is definitely Autistic. Can't hold a marker- God forbid she use pencils, sharp little devils, aren't they?- correctly, can only repeat what was just spoken to her. And Ms. Penine loves Emma. She'll talk to Emma as much as she can. "Wow, Emma, look at that! What a great dog you just drew!" "Dog!" Emma says. "Wow, Emma, look at that! What a great stamper you are!" "Are!" Emma says.

When she's taking role call, Ms. Penine will read, "... and Nevada and Stephanie and John. Oh! And Emma too, I guess, but there's no bubble there for her. Maybe she'll come in later."

When Emma does eventually appear, Ms. Penine is all smiles. "Why hello Emma! How are you today?" "You!" Emma says.

Ms. Penine will talk for half the period to Emma's aid, collecting all the information she can. "So, can Emma talk?" she asks. "No, not really," says the aid, "she more repeats whatever you said to her."

Before Ms. Penine plays music, she will gesture to Emma's aid. "Is Emma ready? I know she's kind of close to the speakers..." "Yes, almost." The aid bends down to whisper something in Emma's ear. "There, she's good." The music plays.

There is another child, a boy, in my PE class. His name is Matt. "Come on Matt," Mr. Rame calls, "sit up." Matt was lying down during directions, don't you know.

When Matt is arguing with his horrendous aid -who is actually a yard duty, but apparently is the only adult that can be spared in all of Benica- that he really wants to stay on the field, his aid refuses to bend, resulting in a tantrum, something very normal for me to see. This time, however, forty kids who are not accustomed to this behavior are watching. Whispers abound as Matt squeals to be allowed to run about on the grass. He sits down and starts to cry near the path up a small hill to the locker room

"Ok," Mr. Rame says, "great job today, time to head up and get dressed. Um, and go around Matt, we seem to be having an issue right now."

We are presenting our group projects to the class today. "Ok, and will Mathew, Stephen, AJ, and Henry's group go up please... And now Marshal, Katie, Rachel, and Alex... And, Matt's turn! Come on up here Matt!" When Matt is finished parroting what his aid tells him to say, he recieves thunderous applause. "Good job, Matt," Mr. Rame says.

It makes me very sad inside.

New St00f

Whee! Fun day!

This week is Spring *coughEASTERcough* vacation, meaning many trips to the Mall. The latest two -today and yesterday= has gotten me my summer 'look' and lots of makeover essentials, including (drumroll) a complete hair-dying kit!

So, yesterday Mom and I went to the Mall and raided Hot Topic's supply of medium sized skirts and leggings. Since we didn't have quite enough money to buy the last skirt, we put it on hold and came back today to collect it.

The only difference was that this time we had Midget with us, meaning that we had to get stuff for her too. This resulted in much circling of the mall to find all of the stores to get all of the individual items that we requested. SCORE!!! Clothes and dying kit at Hot Topic, makeover/makeup at Dion, earrings at Clairs, food at... umm.... food stores?

Anyway, it was fun! Poor girly Midget, she was stuck in all-rock Hot Topic, being the subject of much mental teasing. Sadistic humor! The only annoying part is I had to wash off the foundation that the Dion lady put on me - it looked lovely, but it was waterproof.

For all of the people who have never used cold cream - DON'T!!! It has the same texture as the top layer of old yogurt. It's gloopy and smelly and BLECH! Not fun.

And when I called Nikki to tell her all of this, it turns out that the mysterious beeping I was hearing was actually my dad trying to call Mom to tell her to pick my brother and him (look at that wonderful grammar. Aren't you proud of my grammar?) up from the Seven Eleven. Apparently I made him wait a full half hour. Oops. .___.

Guys, Listen To This One

A guy came up to me this Friday and whispered, "Hey, Brandon likes you!" He then walked off.

My question is, what do I do with this information? Being told that a random guy likes you is about as helpful as a store clerk who, when asked what his recommended candy brand is, rattles off the contents of the last bag of M&Ms he ate. You can tell that his answer's in there somewhere, but this really doesn't help you make a decision, it only tells you that that particular clerk is an idiot, or at least not good at his job. Come to think of it, I like SweetTarts more anyway.

Whatever. Oh, and I've revamped the blog. Felt it needed a change.

*eats face*

Today after school Mom went shopping with Elf and Midget, nothing new. Mom came home with seven or eight bags of groceries, complaining about my siblings awful behavior. I helped Mom carry in the bags and set about unpacking them.

Elf and Midget, at this point, were playing with Silly Putty. As Mom and I unpacked eight bags of groceries. Seeing this, I demanded that they help us, and in reward (because this wouldn't be like, common courtesy or anything) they could get some ice cream. They reluctantly started to help.

Midget put away a jar of pickles and a box of cookies before she went back to playing with her Silly Putty and telling us when and where to put away the remaining five bags of food and toys, the latter being bought for the two small ones.

I (righteously!) told her to suck it up, stop moping about her apparently awful treatment, and do the same work that everyone else was doing. Mom also said that she wouldn't get any ice cream if she didn't help. Midget, pouting, then commenced to put away three cans of clam chowder. We then ate ice cream.

Am I the ONLY ONE who thinks that my little sister is a spoiled brat?

Ugh

A while ago, Elf had a tantrum at school. Nothing really different about this one, only that it was Dad who went to go calm him down. Elf, characteristically, decides that Dad is EVIL and BAD and MEAN and tells Dad that he hates him, as he got a bloody nose when they were fighting. (Elf decided to leave the house, Dad didn't want him to. Dad restricts Elf, and Elf gets a bloody nose. It wasn't because they were fighting, it was just a normal thing that happened during a fight.)

A teacher overheard and thought that Dad regularly hit Elf, and called the County to report possible child abuse.

So today I got pulled out of class to talk to a social worker.

"What are the disciplinary methods at home?"

"Are either of your parents doing drugs of any kind?"

Ugh. Not fun. Especially since they both just decided that it would be perfectly fine to start smoking again, nothing bad could possibly happen. Oi. I'll talk about that later.

So, anyway, it turns out that Ms. Social Worker also talked to Midget and Elf separately beforehand, and she said she would call Mom and Dad next, but Mom says that she hasn't gotten anything.

Sigh.

Mah Life and Mah Rant: Band St00f

I've been having numerous problems with a particular group of friends about a band that they want to set up. It's been going on for about five months now. Here are our main characters:

Me: Cynical person who wants nothing to do with anything. She only puts up with this sh*t because Twyt WAS a decent person and a friend. Is Best Friend with Nikki.

Nikki: Fellow cynical person who wants nothing to do with anything. She puts up with it because Twyt and I were friends.

Twyt (pronounced 'twit'): The strange girl who decided that it would be a Good Idea and a Cool Thing to start a band in the first place. She has serious issues with admitting she's wrong, not good at something, and cannot change topics or be tactful if her life depended on it. All other Charries are friends of her (or, started out to be). Not the brightest bulb on the tree.

Apple: Hyper, artistic weirdo who is an excellent friend of Twyt's and at least knows every Charrie, if not has all of their phone numbers, the ultimate deciding factor in whether or not you are a 'Best Friend' or just a 'friend'. Is just as little tact as Twyt, and is goofy and hyper to the X-Treme. One sandwich short of a picnic.

Nevada: Bitch. Stuffy, whiny, piggy, a general brat. Convinced that she is good at everything. Incredibly self defensive when told she is wrong, or has to do something for the Greater Good.

Nightmare: Twyt's Best Friend. Is physical, loud, annoying, hyper, and stupid.

Lemur: Relatively new charrie, one that I've just met. As of now is considered funny, sane, artistic, quirky, and of abovet average intelligence. Starting to be very good friends with.

We got those all down? Refer back to this list for reference, this can get confusing.

It started about a month into school, in September. I had been carpooling Twyt to her house for a year now, so we were pretty good friends. Nikki had really started talking to her a while ago, so they new each other quite well.Twyt sat with us at out lunch table and ate with us, very clique-y.

Our table was three down from the B-Wing door, at the far end of the lunch room away from the lunch lines that sold bad hamburgers, nasty sandwiches, cookies, brownies, and pizza. Nikki and I had been sitting here since the second day of Sixth Grade (aka 'The Dark Ages'), so this was Our Table. I sat on the very end with my back to the door, Nikki sat across from me. These were seen as Our Seats. Anyone who took Our Seats were treated with heavy glares until they moved. This is what is was like at all of the tables. You sit here, I sit there. Newcomers are not tolerated. (Twyt, when she came, usually sat next to Nikki, diagonal from me.) The excuse "I got here first," does not apply.

Twyt told Nikki and me about her band idea. We nodded, but said no, thank you, we don't really want to join.

Couple days later, Apple and Nightmare show up. Huh. That's weird. Turns out Twyt had invited them to come sit with us so they could discuss Band St00f.

Twyt: "Ok. I'm the lead singer. Now. Who's playing guitar?"

Apple: "I am I am!"

Twyt: "Can you play guitar?"

*watch me fall off my chair*

Apple: "I'm going to be taking classes this summer!"

This goes on for a while. Arguments about the band's name, genre, colors, music videos (That's right. Music videos.), and member roles fly as Nikki and I try our hardest to ignore it all. All of this when there are no practices and no one can sing OR play.

Ugh. Whatever. I sometimes inject a snarky comment, but see no harm in it. After all, how bad could it be?

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Then, Nevada came.

*plays Jaws music*

She stole My Seat, MY SEAT!!!!!, and claimed it as her own. I had been sitting there for over a year! She picked fights with the other "members." She called Nightmare a bitch. She begged for money. She demanded that songs, genre, colors, and member roles be switched to suit her needs.

In response, Twyt decides to be an idiot. She writes up a contract for Nevada to sign. By signing it, Nevada says that she will never whine, call others names, miss a practice, argue, or inject input of any kind.

Nevada is the only person who has to agree to these terms.

Ok, that's enough. As much as I hate her, as bitchy as she is, that's not fair or legal in any shape or form. Nikki agrees.

So we tell Twyt, Apple, and Nightmare this. How your signature isn't viable until you're eighteen. How unfair and mean it is to ask Nevada to sign this. How much of a hate letter this is.

And what does Nevada do?

She starts repeating everything we say. "Yeah!" she sneered, "This is sooo mean! I can't believe you would do this to me! Ugh!"

The bitch was going to SIGN IT until we told her not to do it! She made us sound like we were on her side, but really, I personally was just against Twyt and the rest of the Trio of Terror. Nikki and I got up to leave, but Nevada came with us, still agreeing with everything we said, forcing the Trio to follow us outside to continue to try (and fail) to defend themselves.

Twyt stayed annoyed with me for days afterward. Nevada took to thanking us repeatedly for "defending her rights". The Band St00f became more and more heated, and the girls started yelling their opinions across the table. They tried to goad Nikki and me into arguing their points, of which no one had any.

Lunch was no longer anything to look forward to, so Nikki and I did the unthinkable:

We moved... to the Games Tables.

The Games Tables are across the MP room, opposite the B-Wing doors, directly in front of the Lunch Line door. The School collected games like Trouble, Connect 4, Pictionary, and Guess Who, and set them out on a large desk-like fold-out table. To sit there, you must be playing a game from the table.

These tables are not chic. These tables are not stylish. These are the last-resort tables, an entirely different clique. They are as separate as the different grades.

They are so separate, they don't have the same unwritten laws.

These tables are so strange, they don't know the Lunch Room Code of Conduct.

These tables are so odd, anyone can sit there, whether or not that seat is someone else's or not. If your seat is taken, you merely sit at a different Game Table.

It was the perfect plan.

No Twyt, Nightmare, Apple, or Nevada. No no one.

So Nikki and I moved.

We played Pictionary according to our rules. And it was fun. So we came back.

Meanwhile, more and more people were being added to the band. Since Nikki and I had invoked a rule saying that if we were not at The Table (as our past Seats were called), no Band St00f was to be discussed around us.

Ever.

So we were blissfully unaware of the growing storm across the MP room.

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Eventually, Twyt came over to the Games Tables to ask us to come back. She said that she had evicted everyone from the Table. When we refused anyway, she sat down and joined in playing Guess Who. (gasp!) No band talk, just games.

Two weeks later, Apple joined us. Band St00f was hinted at, but never openly discussed. From the hints we gleaned that Nightmare was becoming more and more irritating, and the a girl named Lemur was being unfair.

Then Nightmare herself came. She only stayed long enough to angrily inquire as to what Twyt and Apple were doing, leaving the band and ignoring her.

Whaaat?

Turns out, Twyt and Apple had gotten annoyed at Lemur, saying that she was being unfair and separated, creating a new band of--- TWO PEOPLE!!! One can't sing, and one can't play! This is even more ridiculous than usual!!

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I first met Lemur before all of this at the local church, where most of the kids who didn't walk home were picked up by their parents, as the church had for some reason let the school use their parking lot.

Mom was late, and it is a habit of mine, when I am bored, to chat with random people. Since Twyt drove home in Mom's car, she often chatted up random people with me.

So the victim this time was Lemur. We had a relatively short conversation, but long enough for me to notice that she was a) not an idiot, b) funny, and c) quirky. Twyt had apparently known her for a while, and they seemed pretty good friends. Since Nikki's mom wasn't usually late, she wasn't there when she talked.

The one vital piece of information that I didn't get from our conversation was that Lemur was in the Band!!!

So I go on for about a week and a half, cheerfully ignorant of all the chaos.

Then Lemur comes to me again at the church (before Twyt came) and started ranting about how awful Twyt was. How DARE she insult her friends like that!

Incidentally, Twyt had told me at lunch that she didn't know why Lemur wasn't speaking to her or Apple.

Apparently, Twyt had said something and accidentally insulted one of Lemur's friends without realizing it. So now Lemur was angry at Twyt, Twyt was confused, and I was to be the go-between.

ARRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!


(Insert drama)

Eventually, everything was sorted out. Lemur and Twyt are still annoyed at each other, but the band idea has been postponed until High School, when the ENTIRE THING will be done over again. Ah well. That gives me a year and a half to cement my new friendship with Lemur, spend some more time with Nikki, break off all ties with Twyt, Apple, Nightmare, and Nevada, and get good grades.

*sobb* I'm doomed...

Hisspit

The parents had decided that since our family is "having some issues" (is totally and completely fucked up to the point of no return) that we needed a family therapist to help us.

Ermmm, what? Which incident caused this decision? We had House Meetings after I was attacked by Elf for the fifth time, and I got to steal Mom's laptop after I complained about it to Dad enough.

So why did we suddenly need a family therapist? Nothing'd changed, and no one is more or less crazy than we were six months ago. I really couldn't see how this would help at all, it seemed like a waste of money.

Whatever. See if I care. I couldn't say I like the fact that this woman (henceforth known as 'Ms. HippiGurl) wants to be our therapist because we're Christian/Jewish family with a Middle Eastern background, (I can hear it now. "You're not Muslim? How can it be?!" Muslim isn't a fucking race you morons!) but hey, she can't be THAT annoying, right?

HA! Yeah right! Ooh, this bitch is annoying. She has an airy, whispy voice can seemingly only speak in buzzwords. She sounds like a bad second grade substitute teacher. "Ok class, now we're going to READ this VERY INTERESTING BOOK about CALIFORNIA INDIANS!!"

Except now it's, "Let's TALK about the GOOD things about YOUR FAMILY and the things that ARE PROBLEMATIC." Yes. Problematic. Who the fuck says 'problematic' in everyday speak? Especially when you're talking to a mother, a teenager, a fourth grader with mental illness, and a first grader?

The kicker is that while she's "going to TALK to you ALL EQUALLY" she's also going to be interviewing the parents separately every other week and HA HA! all we talk about is Elf. (Because she can see that he "is affecting our energies in a very extreme way.")

Elf decided pretty early on (smart person that he is) that this was bullshit, and that he was leaving. Mom went up to his room to see if he would come down. The rest of the meeting was spent asking if he was going to come back so that Ms. ValleyGurl can interview him. And when she deems me worthy of speaking to, she isn't looking at me, she's staring up our stairs at his door.

When I told Ms. HippiGurl straight up that I gave the equality thing two weeks until we abandoned the pretense altogether, she hesitated for a moment, then said "Well, I, um, don't really see it that way, I see it as [insert reason here]." Then why, Madame Idiot, are you not looking at me when you say this, you are looking AT MY BROTHER'S DOOR? When I asked her this, she gave another typically weak response.

I then gave her a look. I am proud of that look. It was a good, strong, I See Right Through You And I'm Telling look. That was probably my best look yet. It was a historically amazing look.

In a weak defense, she said as she was leaving (and as Mom was coming down the stairs) that she wanted to let me know that "profane words would not be tolerated". Remember those buzzwords? She wanted me to know that if it "got out of hand" she would "have to remind me to stop".

Ms. HippiGurl, if you are reading this I would like you to know that we are now officially at war. You are not worthy of my respect or time and you will know it. I will stop at nothing to get you out of my house and out of my life. You are not to ask me any more questions about me or my experiences until you give me good reason to believe that you are not here just to interview Those Weird Muslim People Who Have That Crazy Son. You prove to me you are not here just because you can be here. You prove yourself worthy of my respect and cooperation, and I will help you.

Until then, I shall do everything in my power to destroy you. You will try and you will fail to bring me around, and I will taunt you while it happens. I will kick you when you're down.

Genji

I, being a history nerd*, asked for and received The Tale of Genji for Christmas. I knew that it was 1: old and 2: Japanese, so I was verra pleased.

Oh.

My.

God.

Genji is a dick.

I need to write a full review, but in 50 pages (not 50 pages in, btw, this is on page 120 by now) he's kidnapped an eight year old girl, gotten his wife (!!!) pregnant (and wildly ill), and then started ANOTHER affair with the sister of his father's mistress (who happens to be due to marry his brother).

Cough cough gag cough ek eke ek eke ek ek ek ek ek *ahem*YOUFUCKTARD!!!*ahem* pant pant pant.

Yeah.

This one gets a review.


*I only realized how bad this was at lunch when I went to report my findings to fellow seventh grader and she started laughing the moment I explained that I had gotten a book on history for Christmas. I am that sad.