If you didn't see this blog before I edited it, don't worry. You didn't miss much. Just maybe one or two paragraphs of useless crap.

I had a headache. I went upstairs to sit in my bathroom floor with the shower turned on, and the steam filling the entire room. Then I come back downstairs, and I still have a headache. Oh well Jamie. Suck it up.

Sorry for causing all that shit, Emma. I didn't mean for Jessi to read the text. She's just a nosy bitch (More on that later.) I didn't want to cause a scene in Wal-Mart when she decided to call Hunter, but she did freaking get a bucket load of pissed off when we got home. And I didn't realize she was on the phone with Hunter's mom. I honestly don't know what Jessi was thinking. So again, sorry.

Also, even though I'm not on the best terms with Jessi, I don't want false info being told about her. She never told Hunter's mom that you started the rumor. She said that one of Jamie's friends asked her if the rumor was true. Of course her mom would want to know what friend it was, so Jessi told her. She clearly told her mom that you did not start the rumor, that you heard it and being a caring friend, you asked me if the rumor was true. Jessi's exact words. Jessi then asked me for my phone. I let her see it cause I wasn't thinking, and a was occupied with picking out ice cream before my parents checked out. I then heard Jessi giving her mom your number. I quickly grabbed the phone, resisting the urge to slap her, and grabbed the closest ice cream. Which happened to be Rocky Road (Ew.)

I felt so bad for Hunter though. She was crying when Jessi finally did talk to her.

You're a lucky person, you know that right? I wish I could switch out of our hell of a school.

Jessi is a freaking over dramatic bitch. I was talking to Katherine (Friend) yesterday, and she told me that Jessi told her that I didn't want her to go to the All Time Low/The White Tie Affair concert at Six Flags because I hated her. Then I told Katherine that Jessi said that Katherine didn't want to go because I went and I am a bitch. Lies. All effing lies, and I can't believe that "little, sweet Jessi" would actually say stuff like that. It turns out Katherine didn't go because she had a family crisis going on. Ugh. This will probably all blow over by Monday though, cause that's just who I am. I say I can't stand someone then a day later I'm friends with them again. I'm a freaking push over.

I also no longer like Savannah. She's annoying and needs to stay out of other people's business. She upset Baylee (Really good friend) a lot. Baylee was pretty depressed. I love Baylee to death. She's like my younger sister. She's so incredibly sweet and she doesn't need that shit going on.

I went to Stars and Strikes with Natalee and Chantal Wednesday. Goodness I freaking love these girls. They're amazing. xD

I went to church Sunday (With Jessi. . .) It was fun. Sydney was there, and the church was really different. I think it fit me well. There were a lot of "alternative" people there, as my mom would call them. The music was good, my group leader rocked, and the service really got to me. I've never been really religious, but recent events have changed my mind. I've actually been thinking about going to a FCAS meeting at school.

I love school this year (Besides the fact that I also hate it, but that's besides the point.) My friends are in most of my classes (Kristen, Kendra, Natalee, Chantal, Taylor, Amanda, Katherine, etc. xD) I didn't really know Amanda, Kristen, or Kendra 'till this year, but they're amazing and a love them. I know that Emma and Kendra had problems or something, and I don't know if they resolved that. My classes are going pretty well. I HATE but also love my Language Arts teacher. She's so boring, but she pretty much lets us do anything we want in class. My Math teacher is alright I suppose. Kind of annoying, but it's a fun class. I love Science. I sit with Natalee and Sydney, and the class is amazing.

I also hate school for many reasons. Mainly the bus ride. Goodness I miss Rusty, Dakota, Cody, and John. They were my best bus friends. Sure I still have Michael, School Bus (Nickname, don't ask) and Baylee, but the sixth graders are annoying, as well as the seventh graders. The bus has gotten better I guess.

Like Emma said we're flooded. Six Flags was completely under water. The creek in the woods right behind my house is flooded. Our area isn't flooded, but a lot of other areas in the PC are. It's scary, and I feel really bad for all the families.

I can't stop listening to Nevershoutnever (Christopher Drew). His voice is amazing, and I pretty much melt when I hear his songs. <3

Well, that's really all that's going on in my life. Hopefully we go back to school Monday, cause I'm tired of being a lazy slug who sleeps all day and reads all night.

He's so amazing.

Oh my God Emma, I can't believe you're going to switch schools! You are, right? Also, when people break their bottom, they have this donut-thing you can sit on. I heard about it in like, 7th grade.

Sooo...Graham.

Hahaha I remember sometime in May he added his number to my phone as "Grahamanly". He's a sexy awesome cool amazing...boyfriend. Last night we talked for like an hour and texted for longer than that. He calls me "babe", and "sexy". He hugged me yesterday. He touches me on the back and says, "Take it easy." He sits with me at lunch and break. Today in Study Hall we wrote notes to each other. He looks me in the eyes. He's got the cutest dark blue eyes. When I look at him it's like there's nobody else anywhere at any place at any time.

I haven't been sleeping well the past few nights. But when I wake up it's like I slept forever. It's only been two days...but still.

There's one thing however.

His dad is my track coach.

Gahhh. I don't know if he likes me that much. I'm not the most athletic person ever. I'm okay. But not outstanding.

Also he's 6'1'', or so he claims. I think he's 6 foot. But yeah, he's pretty tall. I'll have to stand on my tiptoes to kiss him.

Yeah, we haven't kissed yet.

So apparently I'm the equivalent of a stud because I'm dating a junior. But still. People in my grade are like, "How's Graham?" and I just smile and say, "He's fantastic." Because he is.

I get this feeling in the pit of my stomach, it's an amazing feeling. Both Charlotte and Brianna say it goes away after a week, but I kind of hope it sticks around. Even if it means I can't eat correctly or sleep for more than a few hours at a time.

He wore my meekakitty glasses.

He thinks they're cool.

He's designing cool cover art for a mix CD he's making for me.

There's also the problem of my seemingly-jealous ex. I don't really care that much, to be completely honest with you. I just wish he would LEAVE ME ALONE. Like today at lunch Graham and I were sitting together and he comes over and he's like, "oh look at the happy couple." That idiot. And anyway, one of my really good friends, Courtney, likes him, but of course, being an idiot he'll never ask her out.

That was nightmarish.

I told him Graham could beat him up. He probably could. Graham's on the skinny side but he's a scrapper. Ahahahaha.

Plus I think he has abs. Further investigation needed, if you know what I'm saying.

He's also an awesome hugger. You need a quality like that in a guy. He spread his arms out yesterday and I hugged him. It was amazing. In front of my whole gym class too. It was sick awesome. He's...gah.

I know I talk about him a lot. But it's just...you know.

Dayum he's smokin'.

As in smoking hot. He would never smoke.

Yeah, he's an obsessive runner. I'm not the best runner, but I'm trying to get in shape for Nordic. I'm going to his race tomorrow. I'll be there anyway, selling popcorn for my fellow freshmen, so it's all good. Maybe he'll kiss me.

Ew he'll be all sweaty.

Still. I've gotten several compliments saying that we look like a cute couple. I'll have to get a picture of the two of us sometime. If we ever get to that point anyway.
Which we might. Should.

:) I'm just so happy right now. Jazz credits herself with setting us up. Which I guess is true. She told him that I liked him. And she was the first person to say that we would be super cute together.

Goddddd. He should be back from cross country practice soon. He will text me and the world will settle into pure, sweet bliss.

- TWJerricaS :)

Look at me, going all 4th grade on Y'all.

This week officially sucks. I'm not really in a "blogging mood" so I'm just going to list things.

- It flooded. As in my state. It's underwater.
- We haven't had school because the waste processing plant dumped 100,000,000 gallons of waste into the river that drains into our lakes...where we get our water. So we are on a boil water advisory and unless you want to shower in a ton of s***, you don't have many hygiene options available.
- My irl friends are asshats. (What's with my language today?)

Why are they all asshats?

Because they are all self-centered, backstabbing, I can't even come up with a mean enough word to describe them. (Fukasitchdicasdards? Eh, no.)

Let's just say that because of them I'm switching schools in the middle of my 8th grade year. Sure, I'll miss certain people. There are a handful of students at our school who aren't shitstickers. (Savannah, Taylor, Lauren, <3) I feel the need to include names, because I know they will probably be reading this and they should know that I don't blame them.

As for everyone else, consider yourself blamed.
("Consider yourself one of the family. We've taken to you SO strong. It's clear. We're. Going to get along!" Eh, stupid show tunes.)

So I guess you could say it all started on Friday. Last Friday. I was in a bad mood. I have Georgia Studies 6th period and my teacher makes me want to slam my head against the concrete walls. Sheeeee taaaalllkssss sssooooo sllllloooowlllly and over ee-nun-cee-ates ever-ey-th-in-guh.

It's unbearable. So when the afternoon announcements come on I dart for the door like every other day. We're dismissed. I run down the halls to meet up with Savannah, so that I can freely bitch and moan about how much I hate my teachers and how I'm going to "fail" everything. Because Savannah is my rock and she puts up with that kind of stuff. In return she bitches about her family life and how she doesn't have a phone.

Then it happens...

"Hey did you hear Hunter is pregnant?"

BAM! Yeah, not as dramatic as you would have thought, eh? Yep. So we're in the hallway right where the 7th grade and the 8th grade car riders/bus riders merge and while Savannah and I are desperately trying to squeeze through impossible spaces so that we can get past a freaking vending machine (that we really don't need. I mean seriously, who is going to pay $1.25 for apple juice?) when I overhear some kids talking about Hunter.

Hunter and I aren't "friends" per se, but we like each other. We've talked on several occasions at honer chorus and we were math partners last year. So I considered us acquaintances. She's the friend that you talk to when your other friends are out sick or something. So, I turn to Savannah and we're almost outside and ask "It's not true, is it?" and she says "What?" and I reply, "That Hunter is pregnant? That's what I just heard." and she says, "I don't know. I doubt it. If it is, I'll kill her." so we both try and come up with reasons someone would think that.

Hunter isn't "fat", but she is super tall and fairly strong (She plays soccer). Savannah mentions that it could have something to do with her not being able to sit down. I just figured that there was something wrong with her back. It turns out she broke her butt or something, but that's kind of irrelevant. (Also, do they make you wear some kind of butt cast? I would appreciate it if someone could answer that for me.)

So we both part ways, because my mom is first in line. (My grandfather's car smells like something died in there. Completely off topic, but it does.) And to be quite honest I didn't think about the whole Hunter thing for a good three hours until I saw her Facebook updates. I thought about getting her number and asking her about it, but I wanted to be completely sure that it was/wasn't true first, because she could easily get offended.

So I text Jamie (Jamielovessocks) of Jozimma. I ask her if it's true. She says no and I figure the drama is all over with. It's just some stupid rumor right? If I had a dime for every rumor I've heard about me I'd be a very rich girl. Rumors are typical territory at my school. When a new one gets started it's the talk of the town...for about 3 hours until another one starts up.

But we couldn't just leave it there. Oh, no.

So of course, being the gossip town we are, we couldn't just drop the subject and move on, because we all know it's stupid to feed fuel to the fire.

It makes perfect sense for Jamie to tell Jessi, who is over at her house. And it makes even MORE sense for Jessi to call Hunter's mother, because it's always best to get the parents involved, right? Because parents aren't biased and completely irrational.

So then Jessi proceeded to tell Hunter's mom all about how I started the rumor and was spreading it. Jamie game Jessi my phone number. Jessi gave Hunter's mom my phone number.

Then Hunter's mom proceeded to spend the next hour and a half threatening me, tell me that I have until Monday night to find out who started the rumor or a cliche "bad things will happen" and she will "be all over me and my parents" to which I muttered "That's what she said." and resisted the urge to scream profanities and several people.

So the next day I told my mom I wanted to switch schools. She's a good lady. She didn't question my decision or ask me why. She simply said, "Okay. I guess that means I have to figure out where McClure is."

I spent the next several hours alerting my few "lovely" of my decisions. Some sympathized, some were assholes, and some said just the right things.

And that my friends, is why this week sucks.

I'm such a bitch. bitch bitch bitch. You like him and he thinks you're a wannabe bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch. You didn't mean to. But he thinks, oh Jesus. I like Kayla, she's nice. She's a nerdfighter. But he's cute. So cute. And nice and funny and he calls you babe. But she's a good friend. She likes the same things you do. She isn't a..

He's okay. :)

Everything is okay.

Calm down.

Kayla.

She's sooo nice. She likes John Green. Talk to her. Don't. Graham or Kayla. Talk to Kayla, don't be like Kayla. Be nice to Graham. You like Graham. You like Graham! Ahahaha. No laughing. Sorry. Seriously. Talk to Kayla. Don't make fun of Graham. Oh God, you're a bitch. Not a bitch, mislead. Mistakes. You suck. You're okay. he likes you enough to give you a second chance. Take it. He'll be there. He's awesome. He's just, interesting. NEW MESSAGE!!

He's leaving. He's so cute. So nice. So sweet. And clever and funny. We're going to be Sorry, We're Closed together in an a capella band. He's so sweet. I'll be compassionate and considerate to him forever. All of my days. So...amazing. Graham. :)

<...>

Yep. I like this guy. His name is Graham. He runs cross country and is on High Honors. He is a junior, but he's 15 almost 16, so that's not too bad. He's tall and has red hair and he likes to text me and Facebook message me. Sometimes he calls me babe. :) I just, I like him. We have study hall together, and the reason I was freaking out is because he said...

Graham
hey ur different
Jerrica
...
Graham
so do me a favor
Jerrica
A favor? What kinda favor? I have morals, you know. xP
Graham
Then have them. show me more respect that you show me now in study hall. kayla is a nobody so dont be like her
Jerrica
I thought we were just joking around...sorry if I hurt ur feelings or something...
Graham
Thanks. I dont really like kayla, i just dont burn bridges

Then he forgave me and went offline.

Okay well, we have been kind of mean to him, but it was in a joking way, swear to God. He seemed to think it was funny, but he's a guy so, I guess he's not a fantastic emotion-shower. Anyway, Kayla is this really cool girl that's also in my study hall and also a junior. She likes John Green and she's a nerdfighter, and really nice. But there's Graham. And I've known him longer. I've known him for a few years now and just started liking him. I just met Kayla and became friends with her this year. But, I don't know, he doesn't like her but she sits next to him and they all do homework together.

So we've been teasing him and I've had fun, but he said that he doesn't like that so...

He's writing a song for me.

And making me a mix CD.

And we've been joking that we're going to start an a capella group called Sorry, We're Closed.

And he's a drummer in this band called Iron Blue something or other, from some Metallica thing, but I think his band should be called Sold Out.

He's got red hair, though he claims it to be strawberry blonde.

Jazz thinks he's weird.

Idk though, he's just so, original. He's not a wannabe, or immature. He's refreshing. He's expressive and unique.

I like the feeling right now, just, of having a crush on someone. It feels new and pretty.

Also, I've been running, trying to get back into the habit. Not on the treadmill though. On good, solid pavement. It's been leaving my legs pretty sore, but I need to get strong for Nordic, that's a definite.

Well yeah. That's me.

I hope he texts me later...Glee's on tonight. :)

- TWJerricaS

Hey guys. Just felt like posting a bloggeh type thing. My book on how to get published and shtuff isn't going to arrive until October, there was some sort of shipping issue so I'm getting the new version. Hooray!

I don't know, I was thinking about it today, New Hampshire's quick but graceful way of ascending into autumn and winter, brisk, colorful then bare months. Summer flies by, winter stays stagnant for months, shut inside our houses with nothing to do but read thick novels on your couch, a blanket over your legs and a dream in your heart.

You'd think it would make me even more stir-crazy than before, right?

I don't know, right now I just feel kind of nostalgic. Fall is really a time of memories for me. Some good, some bad. Lately, at least for the last few years, fall has been a time of moving. But I feel secure where I am, at least for now. Maybe next fall I'll be moving somewhere else, like New York. Or maybe even sooner than that. Or maybe not at all. But I've decided not to focus on that.

So I have this huge History project that I have to do, and the research consists of ten pages of notes a week. I haven't gotten started on this weeks', but I figure I'll have time during the week. I thought maybe I could get something done tonight, but I feel too restless and sick to focus. I'll study my Geometry vocabulary and finish "What My Girlfriend Doesn't Know", and finish this blog, of course, but other than that, you know.

Things have been going well. I like high school. I feel kind of weird sometimes, being in a public school, but my school is high-ranked so I don't think it'll be too much of a problem. Sometimes I wish I were in a private school, but right now I'm pretty damn happy where I am.

Jasmin's parents are getting divorced.

What a segway, right? I texted Moze awhile back, telling her that, but she didn't get it, not that I would expect her to.

Starting in seventh grade, I went to Jasmin's house a lot. Her house was always warm and inviting. There was always a lot of food, something that my house never seemed to have. Her mother made our breakfast, her dad drove us to the mall. He played music on his Sirius Satellite Radio and made jokes about 30 Rock, her mom asked me constantly if I wanted something to eat or drink, or asked how I was. They were like the parents I wish I had. They always bought nice things for Jasmin, always provided for her. She's an only child. She seemed to live in a paradise separate from the real world, the world where people suffered and starved. She lived in an oasis of material things, of plentiful things, of a house of perfect heated temperature. Her parents were teachers, they had basically the same hours she did. She didn't really understand the worry I went through when my parents stayed out late during the winter, working late at their small business or getting caught up with other things. She had dinner at a consistent time, sometimes I had dinner right before bed.

Then she told me, right when I got home from visiting her oasis. Things seemed to be going as normal. She was fighting with her mom as usual, but her mom was unconditional. She texted me three hours later, "My parents are getting divorced."

I texted back saying she was joking.

I logged on Facebook, there it was. Facebook is serious territory for her. She can spend up to an hour picking out the perfect quote, the perfect song lyrics for her Facebook status. I was scared.

Because it was like, let's think of a book reference, maybe Quentin figuring out that Margo isn't what he thought she was. I just felt like, oh my God. This perfect oasis, like it is in all dystopian science fiction, isn't what people thought it was at all.

That was a week ago today.

Jazz hasn't been so great. Charlotte, Bri, and I are trying to be her rocks, keeping her steady and stable. Her dad moved out and is staying with a friend. She and her mom aren't speaking. She comes in to school wearing the same black North End jacket and jeans, maybe alternating the jeans for her black Victoria Secret sweats or her jacket for an Abercrombie hoodie. But dark clothes, black and navy, like she's mourning. She is mourning. She's still beautiful, but she's broken. She's lost interest. She gets a little better every day it seems, but it's scaring me. Confident, pretty, boy-attracting Jazz is now just Jasmin, Jasmin with the Divorcing Parents.

I mean, it's not like people don't get divorced every day. But her parents were married for years before Jazz was born. They're both over 50. Jasmin said that things haven't really been working for years anyway. And it's a small town. It's weird. Weird and sad.

I didn't really like getting into that, but I kind of needed to say something along the lines of that. I'm really tired. And picking off the last of my extinct nail polish.

Alright well, I'm going to enjoy the rest of my Sunday. Have a nice night everyone.

Before I go...

Emma- that door thing sounds neato! I wish my house had that. And I wish I had my own bathroom. But I guess three bathrooms is better than one. Three in this house and one in the apartment. Yeah. And also, isn't a foot fetish when you get turned on by feet? Not being scared of them? But my foot fetish knowledge is limited, like to "The Princess Diaries" and that scene in the second A-List novel. And also, Broadway? Georgia has a Broadway?

- Jerri Jerri
Like a cherry
...That wasn't how I wanted it to go.
Because I still
Have my cherry.
'Cause I'm as pure as snow.
(Seriously, when am I going to get this fabled First Kiss?)

Since no one else is blogging...

I screwed up today. Luckily I have the cruelest/kindest teacher in the world. So I woke up at 5:00 this morning because I had a TON of homework to do that I decided against doing the night before. Of course I didn't actually get up at 5:00. My alarm went off and I sort of stumbled out of bed and staggered, then fell back down and slept for another hour and a half.

Needless to say, all of my homework was done at lunch/during homeroom. I had a huge essay due today. Huge = 60% of my grade. And so after breakfast I ran downstairs and quickly replaced every "You" in my essay with "They" and "Someone" because apparently my English teacher doesn't approve of my writing style. Then I printed it out and shoved it in my binder.

When I got to school I took out everything that needed to be turned in today:

• My English essay
• My Science study guide
• My Math equations sheet
• My Spanish conjugating verbs lesson
• My Spanish high school credit form

Then I looked over each one. It turns out my English essay was totally screwed up. Sentences were placed within sentences and I didn't use any figurative language. At all.

And on top of that I forgot to E-mail the file to myself, so now I can't even make the corrections without re-typing all seven paragraphs.

Which brings me to the real failure of the day...

Of course I finished all my other assignments thanks to some very nice people. But there was still my screwed up essay...

So I got to English class, my stomach in a knot. You'd have to know my teacher to understand just how scared I was. She looks just like Lauren from 5AG and there are times where she says something so...adorable that it belongs in a Newberry Award winning book. And she is absolutly frightening.

She spends 50 minutes out of our 62 minute period with her voice raised and a look of absolute disgust on her face. She is completely no nonsense and has already written up numerous kids in our class for doing things like chewing on pen caps and putting our heads in our hands. That's right, our heads cannot touch our arms/hands/desks. If they do it's a phone call home. If it happens again you just earned yourself a first class trip to the principals office. The lady has the darkest sense of humor I've ever seen in my life. Every. Single. Word. She says is either 1) Sarcastic 2) Insulting 3) Emphasized (She repeats things...a lot. Like we are stupid or something) or 4) A combination.

I couldn't respect her more.

She's the kind of teacher that I spend my whole year on, trying to get her to like me. I would kill for her approval, just because she never praises anything or anyone.

So when I got to class and she asked for my paper I nearly wet my pants. I just muttered a barely audible "I dont' have it" and walked (more like ran) to my desk. Then she made a point during class to say, "I am completely disgusted with those of you who don't have your "Where I Stand" Essay's. You have been given plenty of time, and yet you still show a lack of initiative. This is going to sound awful of me, but I am sending out E-mails to all of your parents. And I hope it ruins your weekends.". She managed to say all of this while staring right at me.

I have never wanted out of a classroom so badly. I was seriously biting down on my lip, trying to make myself bleed so I could go to the nurse, or something. Anything to get away from the look of death.

Then she called me up to her desk. Apparently the two other people in our class who were absent last Friday didn't have theirs either. So she gave us all until Monday and said she wouldn't knock points off our grade.

I almost started to sing "Hallelujah".

She still send the E-mail.

Sometimes I really hate people. I mean she told me I had until Monday. I figured I was off the hook. Apparently not.

On to another topic...

I went to my first FCS (Fellowship Of Christian Students) meeting Thursday morning. I was surprisingly excited. I came on a good day too because they were voting on group leaders. Each nominee came up and shared a little something about themselves and their relationship with God. Since I knew pretty much everyone there, it left me fairly speechless. A lot of it was really sweet and heartwarming, but some of it was just...wow. I didn't realize how deep and inspirational my friends were. It really opened my eyes. In the end my-best-friends-neighbor-who-is-sort-of-my-friend-because-we-have-every-academic-class-together-plus-he's-the-only-person-I-don't-hate-with-a-passion-and-he's-super-sweet "won" or whatever. I guess I've been getting more serious about religion lately. Maybe it's because I'm all of the sudden going to church and crying in the middle of sermons?

Yeah, more on that.

I'm going to church every Wednesday with this girl Sydney from now on. Her parents are...jeez. They are freaking amazing. Seriously. I've never meet two more accepting people in my life. I go to her mom asking for pink highlights and she's like, "Okay. Whatever makes you happy. I did my daughters hair last year with pink strips. It would look fabulous on you. Plus, It's fun.". Then her dad asks me what I want to do with my life and I tell him journalism and he launches into all the different types, telling me what schools are the best and all the internships I should consider and giving me all this great advice. Then Sydney (who is two years younger then me) turns out to be some mature-and-well-mannered-but-rebellious little girl. Who just happens to be just like me when I was her age.

It's bizarre. But I couldn't of been happier to go to church with them.

First they have this buffet type thing with deserts and lots of vegetarian options (and they don't mind that I'm meat-free. In fact Sydney is considering going vegetarian herself)

Then there was a Radiate meeting for middle school kids. Radiate was mostly just a Christian band playing modern music, then a sermon that had me praying, holding back tears the entire time. Then afterward they had an Elvis impersonator come in. Cool right? And it turns out a lot of kids from my school go there. I almost wish that I was with my dad on Sunday's so that someone could take me then. Maybe when we move...?

Speaking of...

We are moving as of October 15th. I am probably going to go crazy before then, but oh well. I'm contemplating asking my dad if we can stay in a hotel until then. Or maybe I can stay at my aunt and uncle's house. Somehow I doubt he'll go along with it, but if he values Tanner's life...

There I go again. One second I getting holy with Jesus, the next I'm thinking about murdering a family member.

Sometimes I think I have multiple personality disorder.

Last night I nearly lost it. I was about five seconds away from walking down stairs, a textbook in hand, and shoving it into Tanner's kidneys. Luckily I have extraordinary self control. *Splutter/Snort/Eye-roll*

It probably doesn't sound like much to you, but lately I have been extremely irritable (thanks to my lack of sleep) and everything seems to send me into either a fit of rage or a sob fest including runny nose and endless tears. So this little mishap should have landed me in crazy town...

First you need some back story

On Tuesday I went to go see Chicago! on Broadway. It was amazing. Too bad I didn't get home until 12. Didn't fall asleep 'till 1. And I had to wake up at 5. Then Wednesday I tried to catch up on my sleep, but I decided to re-read the Maximum Ride series this week, so naturally I was up reading until 12 again and had to wake up at 5, again. Then Thursday night I was FINALLY going to get some sleep. I went to bed at 8:00 and planned to be asleep by 8:30. It was 9:00 and I was passed out. Exhausted from my week.

When Tanner decides that he should practice his clarinet. My room is right above the living room where he was practicing. So after I woke up, extremely irritable and tired, ready to choke someone, I went out into the hallway and calmly asked him to stop because some of us were sleeping! And he replied with, "Well if I don't practice I'm going to fail band."

He had all freaking day to practice. He did nothing ALL DAY! Not only that, but there are DOZENS of other places he could have played his clarinet that were not right next to my bedroom WHERE HE KNEW I WAS ASLEEP.

So I went back to bed, resisting the urge to slap him silly. He continued to play for 30 more minutes and I didn't get to bed until 12 because I couldn't fall back asleep. Then my alarm went off at 5 again today and you know what happens next...

So I guess I'm just one big ball of emotion this week, eh?

Keepin' ya posted

~Emma