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Today was the prime example of a very boring average day that I shouldn't even bother to write about.
I went to votech. I ALMOST finished the painting I'm working on. I was so close. But I had to quit early because I had to be at my homeschool at 2:30-3ish. So I scrambled to clean everything up. My arms are still blue from the oil paint. And it own't come off easily because it's oil paint. So now it's just going to look like I've gone a week or two without bathing.
I went to school and didn't learn anything and she didn't have anyn ew work for me and Mrs Larrick hadn't sent down my test yet so I had nothing to do so I just left. Erron and I went to Chine Garden. We ate chicken and this guy and this women did nothing but stare at e the whole time. Peope can be so rude. And then I saw the same guy driving out of the parking lot in the ugliest yellow, rusted, paint chipped, old fashioned beetle. And he was still staring at me. I'm either or good looking or frightening. I recall being in the mall and in my black dress with my dark hair and makeup and all this little girl at the foodcourt did was stare at me with a look of horror on her face. then she'd tug on her father's shurt and point and direct his attention to me. He'd discover the source or her amusement and politely turn away, but it was quite enrageing all the same. Sometimes, I just hate little kids. More so, I think I just hate the fact that the world has become so immature as to not accept the slightest difference.
The US government is such a screwed up place. People can marry their horses, but it's illeagal to marry someone of the same sex. I'll bet the moment someone tries to marry a horse of the same sex, there will be controversy.
I've been working like mad to try and get my unicorn poster done, but there's just so much friggin' detail work I've amazed and upset myself. Its looking great, but It always seems like it'll never be finished. I've literally worked on it for hours and then it looks like I've hardly done anything. And then I feel kidna lazy.
I'm sick and tired about being bugged about the Christmas present thing. I don't want to buy anything for anyone and I don't want anyone to buy anything for me. Unlike my mother, I do not have hundreds of dollars to go spending on 'stuff'. This is not how I wish to spend my Christmas. I wish she'd respect that a little more. Instead she gets upset that I don't want to give gifts. She sees it as not being religious or something and that's just being pathetic and hhypocritical in my mind, because she's led her other two children to believe that Christmas is about presents. Its sickening, really. I want to celebrate Christmas by spending time with family I don't often see and curling up by fireplace with someone special or something. Not worrying over what to get who and who to shop for and then getting upset because I realize I have to buy things for 6 people I don't like. Christmas = Season of Hate!! Everyone pushing and shoving in stores, being rude, rushing and reckless driving in traffic, children bawling because they didn't get that special toy, blah blah blah. No one is happy on Christmas. Especially me.There will be no lights on my window and no more carols sangi n my room. And People are goign to learn this right. freaking. now.