Incessant Complaints

Happy last year before the world ends!!

Happy new year! At least I hope it will be happy. I’ll try really hard to make it a good one, especially if the Mayans were right and we all die this December :) If the way you start the year is any indication of how the rest of it will be, then this will be a great year, because I just finished playing a very invigorating round of kitchen badminton with my mom’s boyfriend. Yes, we play badminton in the kitchen because we’re just that bad-ass >:D

Anyways, I will make my New Year’s resolutions public so that maybe this year I’ll do them.

1. Exercise frequently, whether it is more kitchen/outdoor badminton or hot yoga (which I tried for the first time earlier this week… interesting experience and a great workout)

2. Enjoy a party. I’m not a huge fan of parties and I usually don’t go, so I’ll try to go to as many parties as I can this year (go me! I’ve already decided to go to my school’s winter dance… we’ll see how that goes)

3. Raise my GPA!!! I know people think I’m an overachiever because I think that a 3.67 GPA is bad, but that was lower than Q1, so I’m shooting for a 4.0 this semester!!!

4. Look good. Very vague, but I usually do nothing for my physical appearance. I’ll try to actually put on makeup this year. And do something to my hair, instead of going to bed with it wet.

5. Get my license!! I have seriously postponed doing that, and I really—I mean REALLY- have to get it.

Those are my resolutions for 2012! Gotta make the last 355 days of our lives worth it, right?

Hey there.

I signed up for tumblr because, in all honesty, I have days where I only feel self-pity and I want someone to empathize, or criticize, just pay attention to me. I’m not usually an attention whore, but I’ve been feeling a little neglected lately. Thus, I have begun doing something I promised myself I would never do: blogging. I guess it’s like a diary, but other people you don’t know read it, which makes it a little more interesting than a diary. So… I suppose I should start.

A bunch of shit has been happening to me lately.

I’ve talked about that enough with people around me, so I won’t go into detail right now, but I may later. There is one thing, though, that still makes me angry enough to spit, even though it’s been almost 2 weeks since I decided I wouldn’t care anymore. 

This girl I go to school with had been driving me home since school started, pretty much, because I don’t drive (it’s not to say I CAN’T, I just can’t do it legally-I’ve procrastinated on going to the DPS. A LOT.). So, for almost three whole months, this girl drives me home every day after making me wait until 4 because of her after-school activities (we get out at 3). Then a few weeks ago, on a Tuesday, she tells me (during class) that she can drive me home that day, but not the rest of the week because whatever reason. I’m fine with that, I’ll just find someone else to give me a ride. So, that same afternoon, there I am, patiently waiting for her, watching the time on my cellphone… 3:55…4:00…4:15…4:30… and I text her, jokingly asking her if I should settle in for a nap or what. She texts me back saying, I’m sorry, but you’ve become way too bitter and you’ve been saying shit about people I enjoy and being negative all the time, and I just can’t handle it anymore. 

Yeah. The bitch lied to me when she told me she could drive me home. Imagine how humiliated I was that I’d been waiting for half an hour for someone who didn’t even have the decency to tell me that to my face, notify me I no longer have a ride home (I still don’t), and whom I thought was my friend. On top of that, I had to walk home, tears streaming down my face. I know that sounds totally melodramatic, but I really couldn’t hold them in. I did try, though. I was also quite offended that she thought I’ve become too “bitter”. No shit: my parents got a divorce, my best friend moved away, the other best friend is moving too, I feel like the world’s most horrible and selfish person, and my school load is gargantuan. I’m sorry if the stress of dealing with the situation as a mature person (which she, by the way, was and is NOT) is starting to wear on me. Oh, and the next day I asked her what it was I’d said that offended her, and it was TWO things I’d said over three weeks before that (which I didn’t intend as mean comments, just statements of my observations-I tend to be a little blunt). On top of that, the only time we ever really talked was during lunch, and we hadn’t sat together at lunch in those three weeks. Now she won’t even look me in the face during class.. so mature. I even apologized. I further humiliated myself by doing the mature thing and apologizing her. I also thanked her for being my friend, even for a short time, during a time when I needed a friend. I guess I just overestimated her when I thought she’d have the decency to treat me like a human again. It’s her loss if she doesn’t want to be my friend anymore.

Anyways. Rant is over. I guess I’ll be posting on here from now on… I’m not sure if it will be frequent or really spaced out. It all depends on what other shit life throws at me.

If you read this, please leave me a comment. It’ll make me feel a little bit more like a part of society. Thanks.