It's not like me to do a political post...or really to post at all, but I read something today I feel the need to comment on. I read a friend's statement that he felt that healthcare was a privilege. I have never heard such bullshit in my life. I mean, I don't exactly think it's a right, but I certainly think that everyone deserves healthcare just as much as everyone else. Where does someone get off saying that those who have more money are more deserving of healthcare? Does healthcare translate to anyone else as the sustaining of life? Does anyone seriously think that their pocketbook entitles them to life more so than anyone else? That's fucking ridiculous. I genuinely do not understand that belief. Anyone who does, please, please explain.

My schedule is as follows.

(Almost) exactly like Rachel's. Again. Only this time, we didn't plan it. How weird is that?

Anyhow...

1. Psychology AP- Of all of the classes I possibly could've had first period, this is probably the best. The teacher is hilarious, the class has a generally good vibe, and the work promises to be easy. Overall, it's a good class to wake up to.
2. Computer Science I- Every single freshman in the school decided to take this class. It's basically a bunch of weird goth-nerd guys, a really cute German exchange student, a really pretty little freshman girlchild, and...me. The teacher is, as they say, interesting. The type that's just too feminine to really be married. Sigh.
3. French AP-It's...exactly the same as it's always been.
4. AP Calculus AB- Again, math is after French. I think this'll be the class that kicks my ass this year. 
5. Physics II AP- THE TEACHER IS ENGLISH. This is new to me. I have no idea what to make of her accent. It thoroughly throws off the class fr me and I'm not sure why...
6. AP English IV- This class will be a return to the typical boring English class. A tragedy, after last years awesome english class of amazing, but it happens.
7. EARLY RELEASE! YAY! 

And now...I have to go get ready for work. Nothing ends a school day quite like a solid 6 hours of work! 


 

So Katylyn Stewart is amazing. 

That was all. I'm too tired for more.

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 Out of sheer boredom, I've decided to take a look back at my year. *shrug* Why not? 



And that's pretty much it. Merry Christmas!

Negatively.

But it's not his fault.

I'll get to that...

Also. 

Rachel likes TWO My Chemical Romance songs.

My day, it is brighter.

Well ladies and gentlemen. 

Today after school Rachel and I were walking towards the band hall, much as we do every day, when we pass a young black girl who was talking on a cell phone. After school, while walking through tha particular hallway (seriously, there is a huge stretch of hallway where there isn't anyone who isn't black. It's like those little hallway boxes upstairs only significantly bigger), that is hardly uncommon. 

BUT THEN. 

She screamed to whoever she was talking to...

WHERE YOU AT?!? 

At this point, you're probably like...wow. That's retarded. And really, I know. I know. But I found it so funny. If you've seen that one cell phone commercial...

So Rachel and I keep walking for like thirty seconds until we hear yet another screamer, this time a young man who said...

AW, YOU KNOW WHERE I AT. 

A bigger WTF moment I haven't had since the "shuntae" incident. 

But that's a story for another time. 

You've got to wonder if that was a genuine conversation or intentionally funny. Either way. It kinda made my day.

Thank you and goodnight.

So because the situation is somewhat overish and most of you people still don't know...

Sorry for rambling for so long. Time to go get ready now.

So today was the first day of school. I was up by 3 am cause, yknow, my body hates me. 

My schedule is as follows.

Exactly as Rachel's.

Okay, there is more to it than that.

1. Band - the hardest easy class ever. but it'll be fun, in its way.
2. Physics H - doesn't appear to be too scary...*shrug*
3. French 5 H - it moved! who moved my class to third period? grrr...but other than that, shouldn't be particularly different from the last two years with the exception of the mandatory french speaking...
4. Pre-Cal H -again...it moved! At least it's still after french...and it doesn't seem like it'll be too hard...just another year of math.
5. AP Government - Okay, this class appears to be hard. But the teacher is okay and the subject matter seems interesting enough...and from what I've heard I won't want to kill myself until SECOND semester. So yay.
6. APUSH - Potentially the hardest class ever...but with an awesome teacher. I'm actually pretty into the course...it's interesting and there is minimal date-learning. So I think I'll enjoy it despite the difficulty.
7. AP English III - AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Did I say hardest class ever? I was so wrong! And I even LIKE english...I have fear. We have to read the world's most boring books ever (note: The Scarlet Letter and In Cold Blood...literally the only two books I've started but never finished). And the TEACHER...she is frightening to me. She was scary from the moment she started talking. Also...oddly...when she looks straight at you it appears that her head is directly connected to her chin without her chin getting in the way. It's not that she has like, no chin...cause you can see it when she turns...it's just odd. Also, she's scary. And terrifying. If any of my courses kill me this semester...it'll be that one.

And now I go out for food. With stephen. Wheee!

Yeah, I didn't have much else to say. 

But honestly, who needs more than that?

Soooooooo.

Once upon a tiiiiiiime.

There was this boy named Tim.

And he wrote this story for a girl named Rachel. 

Cause she was the most beautifulest girl in all the land. 

And he was awesome like that.

So this random girl named Ashleigh decided to write the Rachel a story too. 

But it wasn't very good.

THE END!  

I don't wanna make life.

I don't wanna make death.

I don't wanna make love.

I just wanna...

MAKE SEX. 

That was all. 

It is indeed Friday the 13th. Not a good day.

Yesterday was quite possibly the awesomest ever...I was happy, my friends were happy, monumental occurances happened. 

Today...a call at 6:30 AM woke me up after have gone to sleep at 3 and having crazy nightmares. Not that that's unusual. The nightmares thing, Stupid satan...did you know satan is a girl? With a pink frilly dress? And a really long name? No...I didn't either.

Anyhow this lovely call at 6:30 was from Stephen. From Arizona. That makes it 4:30 his time. He was going to sleep. By the way, Rachel, the random phone call was explained. Anyhow, he called to say he wasn't coming home yet. He was oh so very sorry, but it's now Saturday at the earliest. Apologizing was pointless...cause I wasn't mad, I was just kinda...disappointed? Not with him...just generally. And I know I reeeeeally have nothing to complain about. But I had my hopes up. Bad idea, getting ones hopes up.

Also, spending day at kiddie entertainment, spending night working, finding time for 1.5 hours de flute. 

*shrug* 

I'll shut up now! 

Happy Friday the 13th everyone!

Well, guys...I considered being the bigger person. Honestly I did. But...well..that's just not as much fun as what I'm about to do...

Call Debby on her shit. 

AWESOME. 

Well, let's start at the beginning, shall we? Something along the lines of halfway through freshman/freshmen...9th grade...year...I met Debby/you....(I think from now on, Debby shall be referred to as...you). About the same time, I started sitting with you at lunch, hence meeting Rachel, Alyssa, and Imaan. What an awesome group of people. Well, shortly afterwards, we began the conflict I'm going to call You vs Everyone Else but Me. I refused to take sides for a while. Rachel, Alyssa, Imaan...they didn't seem to mind. They said absolutely nothing to stop me being friends with you. You, on the other hand, started saying stuff like they were stealing me from you. I was previously unaware that I was a possesion. But...*shrug* This went on, along with forced seperation from my other friends and degradation of my culture (totally made that word up...I think). But hey, I was cool with it. My friend...you...NEEDED me. And that was at the top of my priority list...friends. So I had no problem....UNTIL...the day I got this letter from you saying that by choosing no side at all I was obviously choosing the not-you side. And since then, I cannot honestly say I've been friends with you. 

At first it was pretty catty, I'll admit. Remember last year, the people-debby-hates club? NOTE: not people who hate debby. people debby hates. I guess you wouldn't remember, we weren't speaking at the time. But everyone else will.

Yeah, it wasn't very nice...just funny at the time. 

But then there was your apology...which we all accepted...but tentatively...because none of us really believe you would change. Call us mean, but...all you can really call us is right. Because the fact is, you didn't. 

Nothing changed. You were continually rude. You continued to get that odd pursed lips look when you didn't like what was going on. Heh. My favorite example...this one day, you were wearing nothing but white. Like, white shirt, white jacket, white hoodie, white shoes, white headband, reeeeeeeeally light blue jeans (I guess those weren't white...*shrug*). I just commented in passing. "Hey. You're wearing a lot of white today." You went off on my like I had just insulted your mother (heh...not that you'd care. but i've decided to be nice enough not to call you on the shit you've done to that poor woman. it's not by business and i know that). It was pretty scary. I didn't get why I was being yelled at. I still don't, really. A bad day, perhaps? But it wasn't my fault. Just one example. 

And I love how you called us bitches when in reality we had this unspoken agreement. Admittedly, it's broken now. Point being, none of us were EVER allowed to be openly mean to you. We all had different reasons. Sheer human decency (heh...spelling), refusal to sink to your level, avoiding responsibiliy, whatever. But no matter how crappily you treated us, we were at the least decent. And no, we didn't invite you to stuff. We didn't want to have to put up with more abuse than was necessary. But with a few exceptions, we were never openly mean after you apologized. Justify how you treated us, those who tried to be your friends after you drove everyone else away. We went way above and beyond the call of duty. Justify that, bitch. 

And...you wonder why bitches like us have friends. If I were to guess...hey, we may not be the nicest people ever. And no one can deny we're crazy. I honestly think we're pretty awesome. But, even if we were as generally evil as you paint us, we're actually friendly to our friends. I know you may not understand this concept. But when you want someone to be your friend, it's best to be nice to them and avoid insulting the country they come from and the things they enjoy and just generally who they are.

But now, whatever. We can't TAKE it anymore. We are SICK of it. The goddamn drama that you bring with you. And hey, have a good life or whatever. Just leave us out of it. 

And do not insult my friends. I do not respond to that well. Rachel is fucking AWESOME. And don't you forget it. 

To wrap all of this up, the one thing I've wanted to say more than anything...ever. 

Stop talking about how much you hate America. I like it here. I really enjoy it. We're a dysfunctional family, yes, but it's my dysfunctional family. Honestly...If you hate America so much...GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY COUNTRY!

Well...everyone else...I apologize for the rant. I feel better now. 

Comment away.

And so begins another extremely-early-morning of Scrubs and poetry and journal entires and anything to help me pretend I'm not just waiting for a phone call. 

But...I am. Otherwise, I'd sleep. I'm kinda exhausted. 

Lucky for me...a certain time difference disappears tomorrow when a certain someone returns. Yay for sleep to come!

Anyhow.

This darn Impossible Quiz just kind of took up my life today. I'd link you all to it, but I'm not going to condemn you to hours of insanity until you finally realize how much time you're wasting...

It's just not cool.

Also, just in passing. I'm not allowed to say anything. But the most awesomest thing ev-ar is going to occur. And it will be awesome. Teehee. I overflow with happy. 


That being said.

Tomorrow I might go see Harry Potter. Yay? As a fan of the books, I feel I should go see it...but every movie so far has been such a horrible disappointment. Literally some of the worst movies I've ever seen. And that's saying something. But...*shrug* Movie opinion to come later.