Drama Drama

After the nightmare that was this afternoon I came home from my college classes to even more irrationalities. This time in reaction to the consequences with the fight with my dad (Did I really expect to get out of this without being grounded? No. Was I right? Yes.).
This has been bugging me a for a while. Why do some people just go along taking what comes and absorbing it, not taking it personally, maybe hurting inside but never vocalizing it? Why do others take everything as an affront to themselves, squalling when they assume they have been wronged?
Maybe I'm being harsh. I'll put it less personally. Why do some people bottle it all in (disregarding all the school counselors who insist it's unhealthy ) and why do other people wear their hearts on their sleeves?
I've never had any patience with the latter. It's honestly not like I go about my day wondering what I should do in this master plan to hurt the people I care about. I'm way too self absorbed, I am on a blog for goodness sakes. Am I really the only person in my social circle who assumes that other people do things for their own personal reasons that have nothing to do with me? Am I wrong? Has everyone else been orchestrating an elaborate plan to stress me to such a high degree that my head will actually burst out through my eardrums? If so, it's working.

Wow, here I am whining while the leader of one of the largest terrorist groups in the world has just died. It's big news but it's not going to change anything. Not here, in my corner of the United States and not even the rest of the world. I am going to keep going, and the Taliban is going to keep going. Did we really think this was it? It's over just like that? Not a chance.

Head Colds

Have you every gotten really angry?
Like with your face turning red, hair flying, tears streaming down your face , and the words coming out so fast that you choke on them?
Have you had to cough so hard afterward from the shear force of your words that you felt like you were almost going to throw up?
Have your tears ever made your nose run so much you needed a roll of paper towels once the tissues ran out?
Have you ever wanted to blow your nose so hard it bleeds?

I don't know. I don't think I even have time to have this fight, let alone fix what was wrong.

The worst part is, this afternoon started so great. I completely ACED my AP CompSci test and I was going to treat my dad to ice cream as a late Birthday present (he turned 70 yesterday) and a celebratory snack. It was going to be really great because we haven't kept ice cream in the house since his heart attack last February.
Then this had to happen.
Awesome, another potentially productive afternoon down the drain where all I want to do now is curl up in a corner of my bed and sob some more. But, as I mentioned before, there is no way I have enough time for a frivolity like that. I'll be so glad when summer comes.

Letters

Today, I received conclusive proof that I am awesome.
My highschool guidance counselor called me down to her office and gave me a letter from College Board (here is a link) informing me that I am a contestant for the National Merit scholarship. That means I am one of 20,000 who got this out of the 1.5 million who took the PSAT. The light bulb of my future has received a new filament.

Royal me

    The morning show of my favorite local radio station hands out, in lieu of actual prizes, an "Imaginary Crown of Excellence" to those who text in to their trivia questions. In the hour or so I spend in the car every morning, waiting for school to start, I have gotten into the habit of texting in what I think is the answer. It's got all the thrill of lottery scratch cards but with out the expense plus the added bonus of being legal for those of us who are under eighteen.
    I am wearing my imaginary crown right now. It's made of cookies, and I am pretending to eat it. Maybe I'll post a sketch later.

Gotta get down on Sunday!

Today I realized that I am the type of girl who spends at least an hour at church every week.
Making eyes at the cute altar boy.

Local

    Last night I went out, with my friend, to go see a few guys from school perform at a local venue. I hadn't seen them play since last year's school talent show but they're getting pretty good, like "give 'em a couple years and they have a good chance of getting signed" good. All of my zero amount of followers should go check them out at ... http://www.facebook.com/homelessmanband .
    On a semi-unrelated note, while walking to the concert, a stranger yelled out that he thought I was "pretty hot." Crude, rude, but still effective at boosting my ego a bit. All in all a pretty successful Friday night.

My hair is too clean. I want to put something really disgusting in it. Like old pudding. Then wash it all out. Yeah. That sounds like fun.