Jounior year!

So summer is offically over. It was long and I was gone for 7 weeks of it! And now its back to reaility.
       I started my jounior year of high school last week. It is long and dificault but I am excited about the school year that is aahead of me!
Ill keep you posted on how things continue to go as the year goes on!

People are crazy!

The people i have encountered in my life have been all different kinds of people. They have been old and young, tall and short, but most of all the big difference is sane or crazy.
Let me start off by saying that i have been through allot growing up. Not in a bad way but a way that has made me the person i am today. My parents were the type of people who helped when needed so their were various people who have lived with us growing up. They were mostly "broken" people who needed fixing. My parents were also foster parents who took in teenage girls and also little kids. It wasn't all bad we ended up adopting my little brother through that. But their were some crazy's who influenced me more than the others. their was Rachel who punched the wall and left a hole, she also left a dent in my moms car from punching it. she was incapable of expressing her emotions in a healthy way. but their is a line between fun life loving crazy and the crazy where you punch holes in walls and cut your self and make your self throw up crazy. i have dealt with all of these. But nothing could have prepared me for the crazy in my life now! i haven't had too deal with the delusional crazy before. the ones who make up fantasy worlds and then tell people thats the truth.this is new and it is hard. it is the kind of crazy you can not approach because you could be the one pushing them over the edge. the one who is a problem rather than a solution.
i see it as a test to make me stronger, but it is rely hard to hold on until the end and not let me be the person that i am. the one who flips out and speaks my mind weather or not it is nice. but i will press on towards the prize and go through what god is putting me through and do it with a smile.       

The joys and pains of the wisdom teeth process!

So yesterday I got all four of my wisdom teeth taken out! It was an intresting process. I got to the place and was kinda nervous. Then we got started snd they hsd to do my iv twice. The 1st time in my hand and the 2nd time in my arm crack. But befor they put the 2nd one in the gave me laughing gas. Now this changed my judgement and made me feel like I wasn't getting stabbed with a giant neddel. Then I felt this cold rush in my arm and the room went black! I awoke to the room spining and had to laugh...the doctor yelled at me and said I had to keep my mouth shut and keep the pressure on it. So I get escorted to the car and I'm sitting there with my mom on the way home and can't decide wether or not to cry. I am upset about how cold the ice pack is and am not impressed that it is so cold.
So we finally get home after what has felt like forever and my mom is like you need to wait for your sister to help you get out of the car and I'm like I can do it. So I stand up and feel dizy but can't let my mom know! So I suck it up and walk my self inside. This ends the happy drugged festivites. Now comes the pain of the ordeal :( this is not fun...but I am on some fun drugs called codine and rely strong ibeprofin. The codine makes my head spin and I feel rely dizy and tired but the ibuprofine makes me feel okey. All I can eat is ice cream, pudding, and popciles. I also tryed macroni and cheese but I could not chew it so just sowlloed it! I have done a lot of sleeping and iceing of my chipmunk cheeks and have decided all in all so far this sucks!

Sooooooo

To anyone who read my last post. My parents said no. They will not let me get my cartilage I have to wait untill I am 18. :(

Piercings.

So i want to get my cartilage pierced and I asked my mom,"if I pay for it will you sing the forum that says I can have my cartilage pierced?" he immediate answer was,"no". I was puzzled because usually the answer is ask your father. But this time it was a direct no. So i proceeded to ask why not but got no answer. Then I asked my dad through a text message would he sing the paper. He said why cant your mom. So im caught in a loop hole of the asking both parents the same question. This is helpful at times because they have different opinions. But my parents like to put up the united front. So no matter who I ask I get the same answer. My dad said he cannot answer this over text when he is at work so i must wait till he gets home (he will not be home until after 12 o'clockish) when i will be in bed. So I am stuck waiting until my parents have had an entire night to discus what the answer will be. Talk about bad timing on my part.

I do not see what the big deal is it is my body, and it is not permanent. I will be paying for it in all ways, I will feel the pain and  I will be literally paying for it. I will also be the one who has to deal with the consequences if it gets infected. I do not understand. when i ask to dye my hair of for anything else the answer is ask your father. So i do and we talk and I might get what i want. But this time their is no thought of event discussing the matter. It is a solid no.

So we shall see what becomes of this after i talk with my dad who I don't think personally has a problem with me doing this. Fingers crossed! 

Stupid People.

I hate how people wait untill the adults leave to confront you. The people who I have to relay the information back to just left and a certin someone who lives with me (I don't particulary care for her) just confronted me as soon as my parents walked out of my house. Is she to scared of what my parents will think of her picking a fight? Is her reputation in front of them that important? Stupid people. I mean rely you know I don't like you and will probally say something that you don't like and don't want to hear. So why ask? Why wait till they leave? Why? 

Okey Here I Go!

This Is It......My First Perspective!

Don't you love it when you are fighting with someone and they have the comeback it's not your house? Because it just makes me more mad at the person I am fighting with. I am sixteen and i am still legally my parents child. If i cannot call this my house i should not live here. Yes I do not pay any of the bills but i am SIXTEEN and should not have to, so therefore do not tell me that this is not my house.If it is not somebody house it is not yours. You are the one who my parents let move in here. You are not related to me by blood and you do not get to say this is not my home. A home is where you grow up with your family and have memory's. A home is where your heart is. So therefore this is my Home and the fact that you are protesting me on that matter is complete crap. Also it annoys me how people who are older than you act like they are more mature than you will ever be but start those fights. Um seriously who is more mature now?