"I don't judge people for the choices they make unless they hurt somebody."

Yeah, but the thing is Granny, it's not a fucking choice! They were born that way and cannot change that part of themselves no matter what! See the difference?

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Listening to my brothers use gay as a derogatory word is fucking terrible for my brain, and I just have to resist making a big ass argument about it at every damn moment because I know my mom'll be a huge dick about it. And she'll try and topple over my argument cause of course she's a homophobe.

And then at the end of the day, I both love, and absolutely despise them. Ah, family. Bigoted, dumbass family.

So, I get woken up at like, six AM in the morning, to get ready to where we're headed, a football field as usual. With a park. A glorious, slide containing park.

I get to lookin' fresh as bored as humanly possible and also as 'oh my god I almost feel down the stairs again, just do it already make me fall down these stairs, punish me for being a naturally safe person' as well.

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Never expected this to happen, but I kind of hate the fact that I have a longer weekend now. More time to myself to mix around the pot of ideas that pop into my head like catchy song lyrics. And glare holes into the ceiling as I think about the purpose of generally anything with a "life force."

Yay, religious holidays. Woo hoo. Least I don't have to sit through French or PE, the classes that I guess I can tolerate, but I really don't like. (Sigh) Least I'm getting free presents.

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So what if I spend most of my nights looking for new bands to obsess over? It's not like I'll miss anything.

Ooh, speed paint!

(Watches speed paint) That's some familiar ass music. . . .

Wait a minute.

CHERRY I AM SO SORRY-

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(I just thought this up while eating an apple.)

You know one of the things cats and puberty have in common is that there's, literally, hair, EVERYWHERE.

M: . . . .

Crystal: You should've gone to bed.

M: . . . . (Pulls covers over head)

Crystal: Why the fuck didn't you go to bed?

M: . . . . .

Crystal: You should never not go to bed.

M: (criehs)

Well one of my best friends on DA just deactivated so that sucks major rooster.

I finally sorted through all of my books, boxing the ones I didn't really want anymore, and shelving the ones worth keeping. It was worth the effort, now all I need to do now is bring them, downstairs. . . Into the basement. Down two flights of stairs.

Fuck.

Than being a Muslim on 9/11.

At least my classmates aren't complete bigots. It was nice that is was addressed by my teacher anyway and had no harmful stereotyping or whatever. I guess. Now onto the weekend . . . And the, internet.