So it's been a long ass time since I've made one of these, and everyone ( no one ) seemed to like these, so I'm releasing my anger and opinions into another 1AM stuff-filled topic. So the main subject today is family, school, and other nonsense. Also, no tl;dr because if you want the story, read it you lazy bastard.
The first thing I wanna talk about is school. This year I'll be heading into 9th grade, so basically high school. There are 3 choices for me to go to high school. The first is an okay school, it has sports, it has decent classes I've heard, and overall it's okay. The second is more of an arts school, it has acting, vocal, professional art classes, etc. The third choice is always described as the best, and I think that too. The other schools in the area are either garbage, or highly religious. There is a large chance I'm going into the first school, but I'd like to go to the third one, however, it is obviously harder to get in to the third school. At first I thought I was going to the second school, so when we chose our classes in class one day, I chose the second school and filled out all my classes. Later in the year, I was told I was not able to go to the second school, because there are no bus routes to my house, and its too far to drive me there. So now we tried applying me to the third school, but we weren't sure if they'd accept it so late. They told us they would call us back in early August, but they haven't yet. Now I was almost determined to go to the first school, but then we found out I was able to go to the second school! I really really wanted to go there for the acting and arts classes, but my family won't let me, because of all the other "
ethnicities" that also go there. If you don't understand, my family won't let me go there because there are a lot of latinos and blacks apparently, but even when I toured the school in December, I didn't see many of them. So now my chances of getting into the third school with all my friends is slowly going down the stuffter, but oh well. It's now either school one or two, and I'd kinda like to go to two because my ex is there, and some of my other friends, and the classes are not too bad there. But no, I still apparently can't make my own loving decision about my education. Now, the second school won't let me switch schools. They think I'm going to their school, and won't let me transfer until school starts. What the forget?
Next up on the choo-poo stuff train, my family (sort of). So, when I would make rant topics about them back in the day, I would always say "if my family is reading this, im sorry but this is how I feel and dont yell at me :(( !!" Honestly family, read this,
please read this. The first person I need to discuss is my aunt. She's overweight, overly hyper, and annoying as all hell. Lemme bring you back to 2010, around the start of fifth grade. From when I was born to this time, I was kinda underweight. Before entering the fifth grade, for some reason, I got really kinda chubby. I was fine with it, and so was most other people. I stayed like this till around sixth grade, and even then I wasn't
fat, I was just a little overweight. My aunt was really the only one who was worried about my health. How is this worrying you ? I was like 5'1" and around 110 pounds, oh my god put me on the loving weight-watchers diet. One night, I overheard a conversation between my mom and her, and she said on speaker "If he doesn't straighten up, he's gonna have to get to fatty camp." This offended me deeply, and I'm not even insecure about my weight, hell I wasn't even fat. Basically for the longest time, she was fat shaming me, and it wasn't like I was the fat kid on the playground getting laughed at, I was just average weight. This led me to be insecure and slightly go into a form of depression. I had a lot of pressure on me because of her and felt my weight was a problem. But no, it wasn't. No one ever complained, or told me I was fat. She was the only loving cunt that would give me a loving hard time about it. Look who's talking, I'm getting told I'm overweight by a 200 pound 45 year old woman who's diet consists of Coke, sunflower seeds, and bacon. Since then I've lost most of the "fat", and she can go forget herself for making me feel so bad, so loving worried about my weight.
Today, my aunt invited me to go to a picnic event that her Malaysian friend always has at a nice area in the forest. This time I didn't want to go, because I'd been four times in the past and each time I'd sit around and do nothing. The Malaysian people speak foreign languages, the food is disgusting (flys and stuff all over it), and it's always really hot (like triple digits). So back to the story, I didn't go today because I didn't want to, and instead planned to go some stuff with my dad. She was fine with this, except she was still really upset that I didn't go. My grandma and my great aunt also went with her to fish. They left early because of the heat and they didn't know anyone, fair enough. So, my aunt comes back to see me on my computer, and gives me a small guilt trip about how I didn't come and that I'm on the computer. I ignore it and say "I'm sorry that I didn't come, I might consider going next time." 5 minutes later, my mom and dad walk in the room, then my aunt comes in and yells at everyone because I didn't go. "I'M JUST REALLY MAD BECAUSE WILLIAM DIDN'T GO TO THE EVENT, AND SAT THERE ALL DAY ON HIS COMPUTER, DOING NOTHING, EVEN THOUGH WE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE OUT WITH HIS DAD." (My aunt also brings up my computer habits a lot, but I'll bring that up in a bit.) It was at this point when my mom stepped in the conversation and says, "Lay off of him, he wasn't on the computer all day.." (true), when my aunt says "WELL THEN LAY OFF MY SON."
Woah, a new loving paragraph? Yeah, I'm shifting subjects. Her son, (my cousin), is a huge problem in the family right now. Up until around 6 months ago, he had been fine, a hard working lifeguard who skates around town and stuff. No problem. Well, then he started dating a fourteen year old girl. This would be fine, but my cousin is eighteen. This is extremely creepy in a point of view, and no one really had a problem with it at first, but then she became a problem. She's extremely loving unbearable to listen to, she doesn't talk to really anyone but my cousin, and she cackles all the loving time,
all the loving time. It honest to god makes me want to blow my loving brains out. Because she is his entire life now, he's moved into the office room of my mom's business, and him and her leave their clothes, wetsuits, and stuff all over the loving place. Today, I overheard that they're most likely having love. This is so loving hilarious that I can't even loving fathom a situation funnier than this. I really don't care what happens to him, he treats everyone like an starfish, his girlfriends a little bitch, and his mom isn't doing anything about it. "She's almost fifteen and they can make there decisions." Really, you want to be a loving grandparent at 47? He even admitted one night that he got intoxicated and starting driving around a 14 year old. So about my aunts problem with my computer.. it doesn't matter. Honestly, I one of the least problematic problems in the loving family. Mom, you smoke a lot and honestly need a skin doctor. Aunt, you're really loving fat, play Facebook games too loving much, and you are so god damn loud and annoying thinking you're some sort of hilarious comedian. Dad, you need to quit chewing tobacco and lying to me all my life. Grandma, you need to lose a lot of weight and stop being judgmental sometimes. Great aunt, you spend too much money on loving Amazon, and you've broken three loving phones since you moved in around 2012. Cousin, you look like a loving child enthusiast and I hope you have fun raising a child with a bitchy, prissy, god damn fourteen year old. Fourteen year old girl, shut the forget up and stop cackling like a loving dolphin you motherloving cunt dyke. Uncle, stop being very abusive. Sure, I have terrible traits too. I'm judgmental as you can all loving see, and
oh my loving god I play on the computer too much. Is the second one too much of a problem, aunt? Is it as bad as all of your faults? Stop judging me, or I'll judge you and everyone else in the family's problems. I'm probably overreacting about all this stuff, but forget it's what I do.
