Your Sex Sells, Makes All The Lost Boys Drool.

I can stand my own ground <3

Okay, it's been a while. But I've been really busy.
...forgetting.
Anyway, I have good news and bad news.
The Good:
-I FINALLY got to dye my hair black.
-I'm going to an Anberlin/Scary Kids Scaring Kids/There For Tomorrow show.
-I finally stood up to a girl I've hated for years.
-I have a crush on a boy.
The Bad:
-It's temporary, so it's already washing out
-I'm going with a person who I used to hate
-The girl I stood up to is a total bitch and now calls me emo and goth on the daily.
-The boy is a friend of a friend, and if I ask him out, he will say no, because I'm pretty sure he's crushing on someone else.

Yeah, I'm your average teenager.

Rock Bottom's Where We Live <3

Have you ever wanted to scream until you do mute? I have never wanted to so much in my life. It hurts, sometimes, all the stuff I hold in. I would love to just tell people off all day long. There are so many things wrong with this world, and I know I'm not perfect, but I can't stand to just be a passive observer.
One person I would tell off is probably surprising to everyone- My mom. Even I say she's amazing, so why would I want to yell at her? Because she doesn't listen to me. That sounds really teenage angst, but she really refuses to hear anything I say. And that which she does hear she finds a way to disagree with it. I'll try to tell her about my day, and the first thing I say, she cuts me off with why it's bad. "Oh, Honey, if you say that, people are going to think you're anit-social." Honestly!
And she says things like "I wish you didn't call yourself emo. It makes me think of emotionally disturbed. Say your punk or something a bit better." I DON'T call myself emo. I don't call myself really anything! Labels are dumb.
Ugh, The French workbook is calling. I hate French. When am I going to need to know Je peux aller a mon casier? means Can I go to my locker? in French? ughhh!