*she leaves the room*
Sister: mom!! She’s talking on the phone to a boy!
*swings open bedroom door*
Mom: *whispers in shock and amazement* You’re talking to a boy?
Me: yeahhhh, mom
Mom: Like a real boy? Not the Pinnocho kind?
Me: Nah, ma. The blow up kind or the one you pay $1.50 a minute to talk to ya.
Mom* stares off and considers*
*whispers* you go, girl.
Me: ….I am surprised they did not curse and say “pussy” more.
*Casually tries to teach math besides a brightly lit pair of boobs on tumblr put aside on the bed*
Abbigale: No! I refuse to read the last few chapters in The Fault in Our Stars.
Carly: Don’t do it!!! Just assumed they fucked and had little cancer babies.!
I have a new tumblr now.
One with a(n) (new) identify I identify more with under a new name.
One I post more regularly to.
Savannah Jane just does not suite me quite so well, does not fit me quite like it should if that is the identity I am to stick to.
This new one on the other hand does, even though I am still trying (my best) to grow into it/her.
I will still post to this one every now and then, but not as often as I have in the past. And not as often as I will to my new one (even though this new one is not an everyday, multiple posts a day thing).
So if you really want, or feel so compeld to ask, you can ask for my new one and I will easily give it to you.
Wish me luck in my transfermation into my (new) self!
I just want to cry from the stress of school.
I have a pompous, asinine English teacher who is barely letting me pass with a low B, like an 81 B, just because of a few, tiny grammatical errors and my sentences are apparently too intelligent and not on a sixth grade reading level for him.
I have have to make a 76 on my next science test in order to Just pass the damn class, and that does not even include the final, because I am such a dumb fuck.
The only saving grace for my GPA is how fantastic I am doing in Psycology with a 97.
Math is pretty decent. Almost an A. That is how back that damn motherfucking, shithead English “teacher” is: I am surpassing English, which I scored ten points over the required pointage on the ACT, with math which I was always bad at.
And I have this damn Rogerian paper to have written for English by Tuesday (and a psych and science test Tuesday also) and I am so blank.
And i do not know. I…uuerghh.
I need a break.
But I am going to summer school :/
I need a drink. Or six.
Instead of just cabbage soup, my diey now consists of basically just chips, mainly doritos, the occasional soda that i usually hardly drink and panic! and Lana.And then there are the Monster cans when these basics are not even touched.