Mmkay. So I'm kind of annoyed. And hell, this is a bad way to start off a journal nobody will read. Pwing.

How is everyone?

Screw this.

I'm pissed because I seem to be doing very not well in math (understandable? tell that to my parents), so I need to bring my grade up. Of course, I'm bad at doing that, and bad at asking for that to be done. I have math last period on Monday though, so there should be no problem. I WILL GO AND ASK HIM IF I CAN DO EXTRA WORK TO BRING MY GRADE UP.
Because otherwise my mom takes my phone away.

Okay, that makes me sound like a spoiled rich white person. Maybe I am one. But I only got a cell phone in JULY (maybe it was late June), and it's kind of nice. I don't exactly do anything with it except call my mom to pick me up from school when I can't take the bus (or when I'm too lazy to take the bus--spoiledrichwhiteperson), or sometimes, SOMETIMES (barely ever) call my friends. But she'll give me her crappy phone and I'll have to deal with that until I get at least a B+ in mathness. Or maybe a B.
The phone isn't what keeps me from doing well. It's the computer, music, other homework, TV, books, and the fact that I have some mental-block against knowing which formula to use to solve problems on tests. Seriously. Give me a test in Algebra 2, and there will always be at least one question I know I could do if I could figure out HOW to solve it. My mind just decides to think, "Mass of numbers. How the fuck do I do this?" and then blanks out.

Now I should be going to get ready for some stupid class I have to take (rawrgh--that cuts into my time, too), and then come home and eat and do more homework. If it wasn't so goddamn BORING, maybe I'd be able to do it faster.

Today was the first day I actually opened my gosh-darned locker. I did not put anything in it. No, of course, I walked around with 25 freaking pounds on my back AGAIN. I'm going to die young. I'm resigned to my fate.

You see, I'm going to lose all my hair, my teeth will rot and fall out, I'll be malnourished, go blind, lose most of my hearing, have osteoporosis, become paralyzed, and die by age 30. Doesn't that suck?

Hell, it'd mean that I have less time in school, won't it? Better than finishing and having to learn about life. Actually, no, it's not. I'm just tired of being told to stop eating chocolate and candy, tired of being told to wear my glasses, tired of algebra 2 and its five pound textbook. I think I'll just drop it on my head from fifteen feet and hope it crushes me, because I really can't learn it.

Anyway, I've already bitched a lot. I seem to find journals a great bitch-rant thing. Right. I've got to do something else...

Got it. Find the slope and graph the following:
(3, 10) and (8, 6)

Enjoy. That's the stuff I'm doing. Rise/run. Ysub2 minus Ysub1 over Xsub2 minus Xsub1.

Yeah, shit, how the bloody hell am I failing the class? I know the formulas, I know the definitions, I know the freaking algebra. HOW THE BLEEDING HELL AM I FAILING?

Notes to self: Use the fucking formulas, don't develop carpal tunnel syndrome, and have a happy fucking birthday next month.

Fencing. Fun. Except, I'm so damn sore. I seem to like sports that kill my legs. Luckily I only have to do this for four more days. Three hours a day. But I'll be against people, so that's good.
Except Wednesday will be torturous. Fencing, horseback riding, and who knows what else. Then I won't be able to walk.
Anyway, I'm getting the Caboose shirt. For some reason, it's about two bucks more expensive than a few months ago. And, shit, I forgot to tell my mom that the doctor's office called because she came home about two hours ago and I wasn't functioning then, so she's going to bitch at me for not telling her and say that it's too late.
Is this "Everyone Hates Me Month"?
And I was happy five minutes ago. Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit. I'm going to attack my stress balls and stab people with my sword. Dammit, I want a sword. I also want a tranquilizer dart gun, the "I'm scared of myself" shirt, "Lightish red" shirt, "Kaboom!"... And all the DVDs. And more money.
"And what do you want, Caboose?"
"I want a pony."

Sometimes, I wish life was that simple. I'd better go tell my mom. Then I'll hide in my room with my sword and the one ring to rule them all. Precioussss.....

I wouldn't have posted another entry yesterday even if I did remember, because I just don't like to do that kind of thing.
Okay, I'm lying. Maybe I would have, but my mind wasn't exactly refreshed that well.

Horseback riding...  It was hot, and I was riding a bitch of a horse. Seriously. In comfortable weather, she's annoying, but she charged my riding instructor three times (I managed to stop the horse, though), and nearly collided with quite a few other things (but, again, my mad skills pulled through).
I was hot, sweaty, out of breath, and really freaking thirsty about halfway through. The first thing that came to mind was, "My body... is trying to die." And then I thought, "If I do survive this, someone should build a statue of me in my honor. Something cool. Like me on a horse. Damn, no, that..."

Yeah, so RvB quotes... There's always one for your situation. Anyway, then we had to untack and everything. The problem was, my sister had needed to use the withers pad that should have been on the horse I was riding, so I had to use a different one. And, of course, I was hot and sweaty and on the edge of dehydration, and she wouldn't fucking go ask where the damn withers pad went. So I had to go out into the sunlight. And no one was out there. So I came back in and gave it to my mother, who asked. Seriously, why me?

After that, we washed the horses. I drank water from the hose, since I still hadn't had a drink and the water is actually drinkable. Yeah... After grazing them, we went home. And my sister got to the shower first.

Good thing: we had pizza, which I'd been wanting for a week. Now I have to wait another freaking week, don't I?

Well, the shower was nice and relaxing, but I'm still kind of achy. My shoulders hurt a bit, and don't even ask about my calves. I'm pretty sure that I got sunburned. Damn sunscreen got sweated off. I bet you're all so disgusted by that thought.

I might do another fanfic at some point (for those of you who read this and my RvB fanfic), but only when I am properly rested. I got to sleep before eleven last night, and woke up around seven-thirty.

By the way, school for me starts on September 5th, and I still need to read and take notes on one book. And read another. Bah. I already read Ender's Game way too many times. Might as well use sparknotes for it.

Man, I haven't gone to LJ in so long. Three years ago... And I forgot my account name and password and everything, so, even though no one knows me here, hello.

Right... I'm pretty freaking tired. I haven't been able to get a lot of sleep these past few nights (maybe seven hours sometimes; that's not enough if I'm active), so I'm pretty bitchy. Also, it's too hot outside and I have to go horseback riding.

I'm a fan of Red vs. Blue. I rejoined LJ because I decided to finally write some fanfics. I'm a not-hardcore-slash, but slash addict anyway. It really sucks that RvB ended. Gotta say, those cockbites at RT better get it going again, because it all ruled. HINT HINT, PEOPLE!

Anyway, I'm a grammar freak, and I guess I might beta a few things if I'm needed. If you want me to beta something for you, I'll give you my e-mail. Unless you can see it. Dammit, I can't remember.

Yeah. I got about five hours of sleep and had some coffee. Now I'm going horseback riding. If I don't die, get injured, fall off, get cramps, get too hot, or suffer at all in any way while at the stable or in the car, it will be a miracle.

I haven't even started to get ready to go and I'm already looking forward to the shower I'll get when I'm home. Comment, people.

Please.
I hate that freaking word.