I dreamed that I beat up everyone I even mildly disliked and then ran them through a chainsaw. Am I disgusting to say it was the best dream I had had in a long while? >:D
Approximately six months before Jauary 15th, 1995. My concieval. Though I am told incessantly that I was an accident (a fact that my parents find humorous) my mother had apparently never heard of birth control. Way to go, mom.
So I'm on JV this year instead of Varsity while several people who are younger than me, and taller, are on varsity. Though I was somewhat comforted by the fact that I get to be a setter, all comfort was dismissed by the fact that our temporary third setter (we're running 4-2 and I was going to miss one game) is now permanent. I'm being subbed. The entire season. "Hey, Coach, I was just wondering WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU why I'm being subbed this season. I mean, I just think that both Kailin and I would be more useful in the actual game most of the time." "Well, I was worried about your attitude." My attitude. MY. ATTITUDE. The girl who got on JV because she's being screwed by her height and the fact that Katie and Tori are seniors and yet still remains the most cheerful and encouraging person on JV has A BAD ATTITUDE. Basically, because during one scrimmage (not even a game, just a scrimmage) when we were losing horribly I decided not to smile. Well, pardon me, but I don't think you would smile if you father just left for a week, your friend got raped on post, and now your failishness is being rubbed in your face as you get crushed by your best friends.
And I haven't been able to sleep in a little while due to the last episode of Lie To Me.