Got my senior purple belt. Hah, I passed testing when I was deathly ill. At the award ceremony last night, my intructors commented on it: "She tested sick as a dog... We're all very proud of her, because while she was sparring, she couldn't draw full breath, couldn't breath, actually stopped breathing at one point in time... But never stopped moving." I was proud of myself. ^_^
On the bad side, I saw an instructor that's been in the hospital recently for cancer... I had to excuse myself from the room so I could sob in the bathrooms.
Now my day just went to hell because one of my good friends basically just chewed me out for no good reason, told me all my friends were looking at me the same way, and told me to go to hell.
I hate.
Will continues to piss me off. Today, at lunch, I looked up to see him chewing on Nikkita's neck in a sexual manner... Nikkita's dating someone. Will's got two girlfriends: one local, one long distance. Apparently the local is a fuck buddy and the long distance chick is his one and only true love. *cough*bullshi
*Sighs* Stephen and I were pretty close, too. Called him my little brother and he called me "big sis". Now this.
I fucking hate you, Will. I regret you'll never see this text. Oh well. I'll just have to tell you in person. Again. And again. And again. And again, until you finally get the message. Then I'll hit you. Hard. Across the face. With something hard. That'll leave splinters. You fucking bastard.
I need a hug. -_-
. . . fuck. I just wrote a really long entry, and now it's gone. Oh well.
Well. I've got SOMETHING that's contageous. John's already starting to feel it. e.e; Didn't even so much kiss him when I saw him Sunday. Geez. And Nikkita, Jacob, and Jennifer came to see me today, because I've missed two days of school. Yay, I'm loved. ^_^ They're probably going to get it now, though... But that's okay, because I'm going to school tomorrow. I plan on coughing REALLY hard on my drama teacher. I hope I get chunks of goo on his face. Bastard.
eeeeeeeeeeeeee
Found my John. He was hiding out in his depression.
Almost went psychotic not that long ago, and managed to save myself with fake blood. The result is evident in the main room of my house. e.e; *Sigh*
I'm such a freak.
Still no word from John.
I want my John. ;_; *Cries* I'm sore, lonely, and in need of a hug. And I haven't heard from him in a while, so I'm kinda worried... I'm afraid he's been kidnapped by rabid squirrels. o_O;
I just realized how very possessive I can be. o.o; I was looking through John's account, and he mentioned an ex... And I realized I was feeling somewhat angry and my eye was twitching. ;>_> I got to thinking about it and realized I'm not too comfortable with the fact that he still has a picture of Andrea in his room... Also realized that if I ever saw him talking to any of his ex's, I would probably be very bitter. VERY bitter. Aloud. I don't think I'd be very nice at all. And if she didn't realize I was his girlfriend and started flirting with him...
Death.
Slow and painful death.
With blood everywhere.
In short... MINE. >_O
Geez, I'm a psycho bitch... maybe I SHOULD take my Paxil. o.O; Or work on it. Or something. I dunno. Maybe it's healthy? I'll have to talk to Dr. Baker about it.
*yawn* Anyways, I have to get up in two hours.
... *SIGH* stayed up too late again. dammit. Oh well. *shuffles off*
Someone shoot me. It's 2:16 in the morning and some eleven year old kid in the UK is trying to convince me to cyber with him.
Grr. I'm in Tennessee. I just spent a good part of the day with family I didn't recognize.
I miss John. A lot.
We go home tomorrow. We have to get up early so Beth can be at work by four pm.
My sister pissed me off today. I told my aunt what happened with my stepfather, and my sister pretty much accused me of making it up to get him in trouble because I "couldn't get free cigarettes"... Not true. I fucking hate her sometimes. I've told her my motives for staying in that house, and she refuses to believe me. *shrugs and sighs* She can think what she will of me, I don't care. Only one person's opinion matters to me... And I think he knows who he is. ^_^
Urg, migraine. x_x;
Well, I'd better get going. I need to update my livejournal and take something for my head.
-Tegan
I figured the name was fitting. I'd stay and make a long, long entry to make my diary happy, but I have to get up in an hour and a half. Grr. At least I stayed long enough to post some pictures. Rawr.
Love to the Creasman.
-Tegan