Yesterday Sucked, Today Was Better

Yeah, that's always how it goes. Yesterday, I managed to go out and shop with my mother and godmother, which wasn't horrible. I was in the car a lot.
And therefore, so was Jack.

I do believe he likes the windscreen, lol. Life is a highway, after all.

I'm not a power-shopper by any means, so Jack and I stayed in the car during the fourth department store. We took pictures.

Once I went home, the evening looked up. Aside from a bunny trying to eat my head...

Lol. That's Rex, he's very disapproving. Despite the evidence, he does not like my brains. was trying to listen to his little bunny heart. I HAD put my ear to his back but all I could hear there were his fluttery little bunny breaths. He's very soft but did not like the smell of my hair apparently. lol.

The night went downhill from there. I love my bed, but it chose exactly the wrong moment to break. The middle slat jumped out and fell through so my whole bed was pretty much crumbling. The screws were loose.

I tried to shift my mattress and fix it. No luck. Even my mum and dad couldn't fix it.

So, I grabbed my pillow and three of my smaller blankets [I'm a cold sleeper] and went to camp out on the couch until we could fix it in the morning.

My dad has a cold, so even when he's drunk he's grumpy, so he growls at me "Sleep in your bed."

I was tired. And the bedframe was unstable. And I shift and kick in my sleep. So I looked at him and said "No, it moves every time I sit down on it, I'm not doing it."

He turned on me and started yelling at me.

"YOU WILL NOT TELL ME WHAT YOU WILL OR WILL NOT DO. I'VE HAD IT UP TO HERE WITH YOUR ATTITUDE"

And I'm suddenly three years old, springing fucking leaks and backpedaling like I've got no spine.

"No no no Dad I can't sleep down there because if I accidentally break the slat or something we won't be able to fix it, if we leave it now we can fix it tomorrow please I have to sleep I have school tomorrow!"

He's still advancing on me, he's practically got me backed up against the computer desk shelves.

"FINE BUT YOU DON'T ARGUE WITH ME I AM YOUR FATHER WHEN I TELL YOU TO DO SOMETHING IT MEANS DO IT DON'T STAND THERE AND ARGUE WITH ME"

He didn't exactly SAY "You insolent brat" but he might as well have. And here I am crying and he doesn't fucking care. I'm not supposed to disagree with him? Even when I'm actually right? Just because I'm his daughter I don't have my own free fucking will? Apparently, until I'm 21 I might as well be a dog instead of a human being.

I called Sage so he could calm me down. I love him so much, he can always make me start crying. I fucking hate my father sometimes. I hate crying more than anything in the world and he makes me do it, a lot. He found me talking to Sage and he took my phone. I wasn't crying hysterically at that point anymore so I didn't care. I just didn't think I could take living in his house anymore. There's nothing I can do about it, so I just slept. On the couch.

It was lonely, but I survived.

Today turned out better, even though it didn't start so good. I didn't get a shower because the guys working on installing the plumbing in the tiny apartment next door where my grandma Mer Mer's going to live soon turned off the water on the property.

So when I turned on my shower, nothing came out.

I was pissed, but System of a Down cures everything. Even unhappiness, greasy hair, and a really bad pain in my side from sleeping on it all night. I hurt so much I wanted to puke, and I almost did when I took the little tiny swallow of flat Diet Coke it took to swallow 800mg of ibuprofen. Like I said. System cures all.

Jack and I went to art class. I hadn't washed my face and I felt like crap but whatever.

There's some men made of tape poking out of the walls in the art room, they're really cool. Jack made friends with one.

Isn't he darling?

Anyway.

I had a lot of fun in art, I always do. All of my friends from Crescent View are there usually.

Hayley, Billy, Sarah, Anthony. Sage even showed up after his english lab.

I was drawing chibis of everyone, it was the best thing ever. Our teacher, Mr. Martucci, is an odd man. He's so funny. He's very sarcastic and since the school jsut put downa new wood floor and I have a penchant for spilling things he put downa tarp. I immediately took my shoes off and sat on it, lol.

All we do in art class is draw, paint,and talk. A lot. Loudly. And with filthy language.

Afterwards we all went for pizza, and I was reminded that even if my home life is shit occasionally I still have the best fucking friends in the world. We have weird adventures and nobody else can understand us.

This is me, drawn by Billy:

She's coming to stay at my house next week. We are making brownies. It's going to be so great.

Friends are the reason I'm still in this stupid town.
I'm glad I've got the bastards.

Never Roam Alone...

All right then. Since this blog seems to be monstrously boring insofar, I'm going to start doing a "My Day In Pictures" thing, using my own personal roaming gnome, Jack.

The first picture I have is from yesterday, so bear with me here.

This is my Jack. He stays in my camera case with my extra memory sticks and my upload cord. My boyfriend Sage gave him to me for Christmas, I was very happy. He's kinda like a little voodoo doll, but nice. I take him with me everywhere because I take my camera case with me everywhere.

So, he went to school with me yesterday. My school is once a week for one hour. Tuesdays from 4 to 5. At 1, I have choir, that usually goes to 3 and then my little motley band of friends hangs out in the mall our charter school is located in.

I know. A school in a mall? Genius. Pure genius.

I was waiting for him in front of the South campus doors. There are three campuses in the mall. West is for the motivated students, the ones who actually had good grades before they transferred. Sage goes there. View is for the lazyasses and the pregnant bitches, more the latter than the former. I go there, because while I'm smart I had crap grades at regular school. LAZY. Lastly, there's South which is the campus where all the admin teachers have their offices, their lunchroom, and all the tutorial classes are there as well as the electives art, advanced art club, choir, dance, karate, and soon creative writing club and drama club.

Yeah that's right my school kicks ass.

Anyway, everyone who needs a smoke before their classes hangs out in front of South so I'm sitting there, talking to Kim, who's this awesomely awesome uberpunk girl who I just love, seriously, to death, and here comes my friend Billy who I haven't seen since before vacation.

Yes my friends, Billy is a girl. Her name's Karah but we just can't call her that. I also had a friend Melissa who was called Scotty, go figure. Anyway.

Sage showed up and we skipped out on choir to do our homework.

How lame are we.

We'd retreated to the upstairs food court because that's the only place where the tables are big enough to spread out all our shit and we randomly met up with Mike. He's one of our good friends, and he'd just gotten off work at the base and was still in his digi-camo cage, which I thought was funny.

Naturally I wasn't interested in doing math, I wanted to make fun of Mike because he looked like my father in that monkey suit. He was telling me about how he got into a littel trouble on the base because met some outta-sight-dy-no-mite Navy chick at a base party and oh boy was her brother pissed. I was laughing so hard I nearly spat out the soda he bought us.

We decided to relocate because we figured Billy was out of choir, so we went to the arcade/pizza palce that's there in the mall and Sage & Mike ran off to go find Billy. When they came back because they couldn't find her, I took the picture of Jack.

I can't wait for Thursday. I have art. This could get good.

Introductions and Such.

Well, allo.

My name's Mary, everyone calls me Mary Starscream as it's my internet name.

It's my third. My first was MC Bella and my second MC Romance.

It's odd how I can tell who knew me when by what they call me.

My vitals go something like this, 15 years of age, fat, five foot nine inches, fantastic but misguided hair.

I'm dramatic usually and today I'm actually feeling quite surly.

The DMV waits for me to take the test for my learner's permit.

And I've had abot three hour's sleep [thanks so much, insomnia fairy.]

Priceless amounts of painful.

Speaking of priceless amounts of painful, my blog here is only a temporary venting place until I can get to my real purpose, setting up shop with my "Coming Soon" webcomic.

I'll tell you about that later.

Anyway. Tally-ho and view halloo, I'm off to shower. Cheers.

Starscream Out.