Cheese

Story of a Girl
2016-01-19 21:45:30 (UTC)

I dunno

So, testing was last week and I didn't go to school Friday because my only class was Student Aid and then I got to go home because of my open period. Mari was telling me that I should stay home instead because "no one has a test for student aid, the fuck?" and the more I thought about it, the more I agreed with her. Like, what exactly is my teacher going to test me on? How to wash dishes in the girls' restroom sink with only water and a spoon? How to clean out the vacuum filter? How to make 80 copies of a two-sided page? I already know I can do all three and I'll be damned if the school actually approves of all three in a test. So, I decided to stay home. Besides, I was going to spend two hours of my time sitting in a classroom with nothing to do and then have my dad pick me up. I told my dad and he was like, "how do you know he won't have a test for you? You should've asked him yourself." If my teacher *did* have a test for me, it'd only be worth 10% of my grade. I have 100%, so it'd only bring me down to a 90%, still an A. But then my dad agreed to let me stay home Friday because he didn't want to wake up at 6 in the morning to drop me off. We also had yesterday off because it was Martin Luther King day, but yesterday was shit for obvious reasons. I took today off too because I have the stomach flu. I was having a horrible stomach ache all day yesterday since I ate breakfast and it lasted throughout the entire night. My mom came home and even gave me her pedialyte to drink, and she said that if I still felt bad in the morning, I could skip school. I woke up this morning feeling A LOT better, but every once in a while, my stomach would hurt. After my shower, I was brushing my hair in my room when my mom came to ask how I was feeling. I told her the suero helped but I still felt kind of bad and she said I might as well stay home because if I went to school, I'd probably text her to get me out early. Soooooo, here I am, chilling at home. This is basically a five day weekend for me, hell yeah. I'm actually a little worried about going to school tomorrow because I don't want to embarrass myself if we happen to get new assigned seating, or if I find someone already sitting in my seat for physics. For APUSH, Physics, and English, we most likely started the new units so now I'm going to be behind on basically everything, and that's never fun. I'm actually trying to do well in physics, now that Nikea isn't in the class anymore so she can't distract me, but missing the first set of notes is already setting me back. Ahh, I should've gone to school.

I was really mad at my mom yesterday for several reasons, and, I've realized that I say a lot of mean things about her. I say a lot of mean things, and I mean everything that I say about her, but maybe those mean things should be kept quiet about, even in my own writing. I already hold back a lot of things I never get to writing about, so why not hold back a little extra? I don't want to look back and laugh at myself for being so whiny and stupid, no thanks. I'm still mad, but the weather was great today and I've almost forgotten why I was mad in the first place. Almost. It was really cloudy and cold and it started raining around 2PM and around 4PM, the sky looked like cotton candy. The sky was a mixture of orange, blue, and pink, and I feel kind of bad that I can't always leave the house to look at the sunsets because my mom doesn't let me leave the house. But, the weather today was enough to keep in a decent mood. So after my mom told me to stay home, I went to sleep and I didn't wake up until 9AM. After that, we all ate and I joined my mom on her errands. We went to the padrino's house, the store, the padrino's house again to drop off some of the groceries, and then we went to the west-ish side of town for I don't know what. After that, we came back to our side of town to pick up the girls from school and that's when it started raining. My dad was supposed to pick us up so he could take us to Bath & Body Works, but he never came, never called. My mom left to the padrino's house because it's his spirit's birthday or whatever and it's a two day celebration, soooo yeah. Her husband went to go finish off a job, and the rest of us are supposed to stay home to watch over the kids. Oh, and Briana has the stomach flu, too. It started off with my baby sister, then my baby brother, then my mom, then me and her husband, now Briana. I'm calling it now, but Betty is probably the next one to have it, and then Lizzy. Of course, Briana's not showing any signs of being ill so she probably won't get a freebie to skip school like I did. My entire afternoon has been pretty uneventful, but I've been making Valentine's plans with Elías for the past two hours-ish. I told him he didn't need to come (because it's on a Sunday) but he's insisting on coming over for the weekend, and this Valentine's date is going to be special, so we're going to start the planning basically a month before the 14th. He's already decided that we're having a fancy dinner, and I have no say on that. I think it's kind of hot, though, since he already has a plan and everything. He's thinking about taking me to some restaurant at the Bellagio because they serve the chocolate ball dessert, the one where the chocolate ball melts when something warm is poured on top of it. I honestly don't want to go there, even though I'm glad he remembered about me wanting one of those chocolate desserts, but he said we can go anywhere else, as long as it's a fancy dinner date. I'm okay with just going out to eat at Olive Garden. That's fancy, right? I want free breadsticks, man. Really though, I've only been there twice. Going to places like Applebee's and Olive Garden are a rarity, so of course I deem them as fancy. The food and presentation are pretty good, though. But if he wants to go somewhere fancy, that's fine with me, I won't complain, but I just don't want to go to a super duper expensive restaurant like a Gucci restaurant or whatever. Is that a thing? Is that like a place where Kim Kardashian would eat? As long as it's not a place where the Kardashians would eat with their gold encrusted forks and plates or whatever.

Apart from where we're going to eat, we still have a bunch of planning to do like activities. I honestly don't care what we do, but I'm actually more focused on what we're going to wear. I want to match, so he's letting me choose his suit and everything. I'm really torn, though. I have this dress, and this dress is like THE sexiest dress ever. I wore this dress during our third anniversary, and let me just go WOOOOO. The dress seriously works wonders. El was getting dressed in his room and I was going to go do my makeup in his room too, so I left the bathroom and as soon as I stepped in his room, he just kind of froze and went "woah" and he kept staring at me for a good five minutes. I looked at myself in the mirror and I asked him if I looked good and he just kept staring. I asked if he was okay and he asked if he could take a picture. He followed me back to my room and he just absolutely could not keep his hands off of me and by the time I was back in his room, he told me I couldn't go out dressed like that... needles to say, the dress came off pretty quickly after that. Dude, all I'm trying to say is that this dress has super powers. Like, even *I* thought I looked good. I looked damn good in it. I figured since 5 is a lucky number, I'd pull out the dress again JUST for him, but I don't know. I kind of want to wear something cute, though. I have this new blue high waisted skirt that I wanna try out, so I was thinking of pairing the skirt with a lace top that I have, and maybe wear the nude pumps my mom bought me that I never wore, or the black pumps with cute little bows on them. Buuuuut, I kind of want to just wear something black and white, something a bit more casual. I was thinking like some black skinnies, a regular white shirt, a black/white/grey cardigan that I have, my black ankle booties, and maybe the black hat that I bought and never wore. I don't know, I don't understand fashion! I need serious advice from a fashion expert because I obviously don't know what looks good and what doesn't. Also, I want to wear red lipstick. Red looks good on me, so I've been told, and he loves the red lipstick on me. I have to incorporate the red lipstick somehow... I wish I understood fashion. I honestly don't know what to wear anymore, I just want to look pretty.

We have to make his date special, though. I think (I'm like 80% sure) this is our fifth Valentine's, and the fifth is always the special one. Like, when does anyone make a big deal about the 3rd anniversary? The 4th? I always see everyone making a huge deal about the 5th anniversary, or the 10th, or basically anything that is a multiple of five. This one has to be special. Like... we've been dating for 4 years and 8 months now. That's just wicked insane. How often does anyone see a teenage couple who haven't broken up after six months? I honestly thought that we wouldn't even make the first year mark, but, here we are, four months away from celebrating five years worth of stupid inside jokes and good memories... It'd just really mean a lot if things could work out nicely for us. It has to be special, y'know? So far, the one major issue that we're facing is my mom. She's giving birth at the end of the month, which means we'll (I'LL) have another baby to take care of while she goes off to all her religion meetings because she pulled the same stunt when my sister was born. This means I'm most likely going to have to stay home and help her because she needs to recover. This isn't fair. I don't want to spend my special day with a crying baby--I want to be out in the town with him and making stupid jokes about Trump and recalling all the embarrassing things we've done. Elías already said that we're going on the date whether or not my mom approves, but I dunno. I'm just really conflicted. So far, there's two solutions that I've come up with. The first one is to move our date up by two days, on the day that I'm still with my dad. If we go on the date on a Friday, while I'm still with my dad, we won't have to face much of an issue because my dad won't question anything, and he'll be working. The second solution probably won't happen, but it might be for my mom's husband to stay home on the 14th to help my mom and stuff. But that won't happen, it's very unlikely, since he tends to dump everything off on my sisters. He can't even bother to wash his own fucking plate because he'll just ask whose turn it is between the four of us to clean the kitchen and then he'll dump all his dirty dishes in front of us. And of course, my first solution will probably backfire because my mom's husband will probably force me to spend time at my mom's house while she recovers... This is really unfair. We're not in any position to be having a baby when we can barely get by with the 200,000 kids my mom pops out every year. And it's even more unfair when me and my sisters are the ones having to watch these kids while my mom runs off for eight hours without any explanation to where she went. I'm calling it now, but she's probably going to pop out another child next year. But, y'know, we can't read the future. We're just brainstorming, but we're definitely going to do something special without letting my mom interfere. We'll just wait until the date gets closer. And now I'm actually kind of mad. I don't want this baby, and I have a right to be mad. But my stomach is still hurting so I've compiled a list of things that make me happy:

1) CHEESE
2)Highway rides
3) Highway rides at night/downtown
4) Everything about Elías, but specifically his laugh and stupid cheesy grin
5) Animals in general (but specifically dogs)
6) Light shades of purple
7) MONEY (!!!!)
8) D
9) Straight lines
10) Robin
11) Socks
12) Smelling good
13) COMBAT BOOTSSSSS
14) Sometimes music
15) Foooooood

My stomach hurts more now than it did this morning. I'm definitely going to school tomorrow, and I'm taking the suero with me. I have this weird urge to vomit. Like, I burped and I could taste the vomit but it just wouldn't come out. My throat kind of burns and my stomach is churning but I dunno. I'll get over it.

I wonder, does anyone still remember when Farrah Abraham tried to pursue a career in music with Finally Getting Up From Rockbottom? Or how about Cool Guy (Cool Guy 2 was meh)? OH, how about Sitting on the Toilet lady? Sitting on the toilet... now flush.

Oh jeez, and the turkish guy who yelled meow at an egg. Crying of laughter right now, seriously.




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