gone and back from the moon
Sorry for the long hiatus? It seemed like my existence was wiped off of the interwebs.
It's all cool though. In the time i was "dead" I had my high school graduation valedictory ceremony, a per-calculus final exam, a foetal pig dissection and lab test. Now I am technically graduated but I still have to write an english exam that is mandatory for my age group, which is poop really because we are on a high (you know the feeling of freedom on not needing to wake up every morning at 6:30 am and dealing with people we really hate) and now we have to jump off the happy cloud and put on our thinking caps when we are in our pjs relaxing. Well at least there's only one exam to be written.
The valedictory ceremony was probably the best thing that happened to me, i had a group of old friends from my old school who already graduated long ago come to mine. They were basically the loudest bunch at the ceremony, screaming and hollering " YEAAAAAA YOU MADE ITTTTTT" and other things. It was amazing. I am so glad that this school year is finally over! the people who came were dad, sibs, aunt and two cousins plus the fantastic four (minus one cause her work is a douchebag that cant schedule worth crap). Mom didnt go because of all the shit she put me through (cough all the bs she said to the social worker) , and if she did come bros would both leave in a heart beat.
This also means that I should go job hunting, cause hell, Project Manhattan (aka the super crazy idea that will win me my independence and freedom from my super twisted family, but at the same time it can burn everything to the ground...) ain't gonna happen with out funding.
Oh and I forgot to mention, I had a talk with my social worker, she's pretty cool. Her name is pretty cool too! I think she's french canadian, but her eyes are really pretty! they are a wonderful shade of green! She came to my school and we both talked for a bit, just the two of us. If you're wondering why i had a talk to a social worker it's because of this really screwed up incident happened back in january that ended with the police coming at 1am to pull me and Cil out and take us to our dad's. What we talked about were the incident and things that can prevent/ getting help- like counseling or a 3rd party mediation meeting so we dont end up killing each other. From talking to her I asked to get referred to counseling (ha ha cause i feel like i have a crap ton of mental baggage and i dont wanna end up killing my friends.)
For now I'm living like I am trying to distance myself from both parents (as in not really talk to mom and try not to worry dad) so that when project Manhattan happens it wont cause that big of a splash damage. welp. I will find out in october how things end.
Till then, see ya!
It's all cool though. In the time i was "dead" I had my high school graduation valedictory ceremony, a per-calculus final exam, a foetal pig dissection and lab test. Now I am technically graduated but I still have to write an english exam that is mandatory for my age group, which is poop really because we are on a high (you know the feeling of freedom on not needing to wake up every morning at 6:30 am and dealing with people we really hate) and now we have to jump off the happy cloud and put on our thinking caps when we are in our pjs relaxing. Well at least there's only one exam to be written.
The valedictory ceremony was probably the best thing that happened to me, i had a group of old friends from my old school who already graduated long ago come to mine. They were basically the loudest bunch at the ceremony, screaming and hollering " YEAAAAAA YOU MADE ITTTTTT" and other things. It was amazing. I am so glad that this school year is finally over! the people who came were dad, sibs, aunt and two cousins plus the fantastic four (minus one cause her work is a douchebag that cant schedule worth crap). Mom didnt go because of all the shit she put me through (cough all the bs she said to the social worker) , and if she did come bros would both leave in a heart beat.
This also means that I should go job hunting, cause hell, Project Manhattan (aka the super crazy idea that will win me my independence and freedom from my super twisted family, but at the same time it can burn everything to the ground...) ain't gonna happen with out funding.
Oh and I forgot to mention, I had a talk with my social worker, she's pretty cool. Her name is pretty cool too! I think she's french canadian, but her eyes are really pretty! they are a wonderful shade of green! She came to my school and we both talked for a bit, just the two of us. If you're wondering why i had a talk to a social worker it's because of this really screwed up incident happened back in january that ended with the police coming at 1am to pull me and Cil out and take us to our dad's. What we talked about were the incident and things that can prevent/ getting help- like counseling or a 3rd party mediation meeting so we dont end up killing each other. From talking to her I asked to get referred to counseling (ha ha cause i feel like i have a crap ton of mental baggage and i dont wanna end up killing my friends.)
For now I'm living like I am trying to distance myself from both parents (as in not really talk to mom and try not to worry dad) so that when project Manhattan happens it wont cause that big of a splash damage. welp. I will find out in october how things end.
Till then, see ya!