What a waste.

So as you guys probably know, we took at TAKS test today.
Because I'm a rebel, on pages were they could've fit at least three other questions I wrote to the creaters of the TAKS.
Here's what I remember writing:
"Dear TAKS people.
Do you not care about the environment?
Do you hate trees?
You could've put SIX more questions on this page alone."
Then later...
"You know. I don't like you people very much.
Every yer I take this test and I always hate it.
Sure, I do well.
But it's a waste of my time."

And this morning I really wanted to go to the office and be all, "I can't take the test today, sorry. It's against my religion."
And then the principal would be all, "And what religion is that?"
"The, uh...non-TAKS-taking one?"

If only I had.
Bet the principal would've gotten a kick outta that.

Oh.
Because I have to complain about BOB:
he kept calling Mark "Fruity" and "flaming".
Which.
Theres nothing wrong with being gay.
But Marks not.
And he was using it was an insult, which is idiotic.
The whole situation pissed me off.
I didn't realize I had, but apparently I was yelling.
And I got nervous as I was yelling at him.
I felt angry and I felt like my face flushed a bright red.
So I yelled at him and I was like "Stop calling him gay. Youre getting on my nerves. If you call him gay one more time I will punch you."
So he yell-whispered "Flamer!" to Mark.
So I gave him the evil and and told him, "In seriously going to freaking kill you. SHUT UP."

Then later, DURING THE TAKS TEST, the idiot starts talking.
I wanted to give him the evil eye again and tell him to stfu.
But it was the test.
And I like not being in AEP.

Oh. When I think my face turned red?
Well.
That actually happens a lot.
Whenever I get super nervous, stressed, or angry I sort of have something similar to a panic attack.

But it's all mental, not physical stuff.
So I'm healthy everywhere besides my brain.
Which I already knew.

(Also, I bought a pillow pet today. It's a bee and his name is Samwise Gamgee. If you get the reference you're officially my best friend.)

Oh! WAIT.

I made colorguard.

Stick that in your juice box and suck it.

Complain one more time and somethin's goin' down.

Lunch sucks.
I sit in the exct spot eery day that I sat in last year.
Katelyn sits across from me, then next to her is Robyn and Ciara.
Next to me is what I like to now call "The Forbidden Seat."
Sarah sat there. Robyn, Ciara, and katelyn hate her.
Then Shawna sat there for a few days because we were talking about Guard stuff and everyone complained about her.
an everyone's always complaining about whoever sits in that damn seat.
ITS A CHAIR.
It belongs tothe school.
Anyone can sit there.

Sure, it's no fun sitting next to someone you don't like.
But it's next to me.
And if I want to talk to someone at lunch, they can sit there.
I've let people I don't like sit there.
Did I complain?-
No, I actually didn't.


Now.
Bus Orgams Boy has terrified the world once more with his diagnostic vampirism.
The dude cut himself at breakfast in the cafeteria, then drank his own blood.
He tried summoning a demon. I asked him how it went, he said. "I'm not really sure, but I woke up with bite marks all over me."
Then he lifts up his shirt to show my a bite mark on his waist.
Really?
Ugh.
I try to enjoy that class. I really do. But he makes it so difficult.
He brought cigarettes to school today.
He argued with me about what a succubus was.
He ruined any little bit of anything that could've happened between me and...someone.
This kid was trying to answer a question in history and he was like "Hey, hey hey hey hey hey hey hey!" so I yelled an was like "Shut up! Let him answer!"
Coach Fonville didn't do a thing.
She probably was glad I told him to shut up.
The other day he told Roger he was gonna slit his throat just to see his blood pour out.
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I hate that kid.
He is so freaking annoying.
Hate isn't even a strong enough word for it.


Oh, and to top it off.
I went to Katelyns church today with Kerry, Deborah, and Tyler.
Katelyn ignored me. The whole time.

And Sarah ignores me because I let Shawna sit with us at lunch.

I can't get a date.
I totally got molested before youth started today by Dawson. That loser. xP

And.
Yeah.
I saw HIM. the guy.
Twice in different locations in the same hour.
I was such a loser.
I felt like my laugh wa obnoxiuous, it is.

Afghhjldbdndmdmdjsbdskwknwjfuwytwodnccnamsbxb.

STORY. OF. MY. LIFE.

My Flexible band-aid.

Well I cut my leg shaving an I have this band-aid around my ankle.
You know how sometimes you put on a band-aid and it's on like, your knee so you have to put it on in such a way that it won't hurt to bens your knee?
I could twist my ankle and the band aid would still be there like "wassup motha' fukkkaaaaaa".
Yea.
Just like you imagine.


Anyway, tomorrow, er-about an hour from now-is 4-20.
The national pot day.

-_____-
bus orgasm boy strikes again.
And so does his new, from afar, sidekick, PotBringer.
(She brought pot to school. Because she's "smart".)

Basically they announce that tomorrow was going to be awesome for them..
And so did a lot of other idiots.

What the hell is so appealing aboutsmoking this crap and losing all control over your body and what's left of your mind?
It's freaking retarded.




Yea.
Colorguard?
Day one overview-
I had some trouble with some of the stuff, but later practice for like two hours.
Day two-
A hundred times better. I have this chicks "will", which is awesome. And I'm still having some difficulties, but nothing a little more practice can't fix.
(P.S. When a colorguard give a tryout girl her "will" it's basically a recommendation to be put on the team.)
(P.P.S. I actually am pretty sure I have the "will" o two girls, maybe three. Which is pretty impressive since it's, you know, me.)

Bragging. Pahh.
That's what your mom was doin last night.
She was talking about how I-
GOOD NIGHT.








Awkward turtle...

Make sure they remember the night they played the titans!

There's this kid named Dylan F.

He gets on my nerves so bad.

Today in math he was talking bad about Derian, which I would have no problem with really but he was just being really, really mean.
I mean, the kind of mean that would make me storm out of the school crying.
Which is pretty freaking mean.
I nicknamed him Douchey Dylan in a doodle I made jn eighth period.

Aaaaaanyway.
Later on in advisory we were watching Remember the Titans.
And you know how the one guy gets hit by an eighteen-wheeler?
Well we got to thT part and than Douchey Dylan and his stupid friends started cracking jokes and laughing.
And I was thinking "Omfg. This is a sad part of the movie and your laughing about something really stupid? Really?"
Finally I yelled at him to shut up.
You know what he says?
His signature line.
"You know what, Britney? I didn't ask for your opinion." then he later added "Gothic freak."
And him and Derian and a few other guys kept laughing.
So I yelled at them again.
Then this kid Dominic started yelling.
And Mark yelled at him.
And then our teacher cleared his throat in the back of the room and was like "Oh my god. Really?"

So I had to sit there and listen to those idiots make fun of the movie while I was actually trying to enjoy it.


And I have tripped a grand total of SEVENTEEN TIMES this week.
Yea.
Dead freaking serious.
I am sooooo not graceful.
Ugh. I've never tripped this much before ever.
This week sucks.
And so does today.
I hate Douchey Dylan.
I hate Bus Orgasm Boy.
I'm in love with someone who's in love with someone else.
My friends hate each other.
And I kind of hate them all, too.
Except for a few.
I don't hate Mark.
Not Kerry.
And not even Roger, even if he did write on my arm with a sharpie.

I hate Azle.
I hate the way people treat me here.
This week is a perfect example as to why I moved away.

Just six more weeks and then my world will be full of cute football players with twisted ankles that I. Have to wrap up with gauze.
Six more weeks and I'll have more of a chance to be happy.
Six more weeks.
Then I'm out of the junior high.
Then two months.
Then high school, cute football players, and happiness.

Yupp.
I'm f***ing excited.


EDIT::
And later, apparently my new profile picture on facebook makes me look like a guy.


Azle can freaking suck it.

F*** MY MOTHER EFFING LIFE.

WORST DAY EVER.

I Have High Standards. I doubt anyone can live up to them.

My dream guy:
He has the same sense of humor that I do.
He loves music.
He accepts my old movie/music obsessions.
I adore guys with brown hair and pale eyes.
Isn't too skinny, or too fat. And atleast has a little muscle.
I don't care what color his skin is.
Can be himself in front of me.
Doesn't cheat.
Doesn't just want sex all the damn time.
Hugs me whenever I'm upset.
Even if I tell him to give me some space, he tries his hardest to get closer.
Would never dump me for another girl.
Whenever I don't answer his texts, he gets a little worried.
We fight, but he always lets me win, but later we can joke about how he was right.
Likes to listen to my iPod with me.
Has a dream.


(Yea. Three posts in one day. I'm cool. I know.)

You Make My Record Skip (Things I Love)

Suckerpunch.
(The movie was inspiring. I plan to write a story about something sort of similar that I maybe might possibly show you guys sometime in the future.)
The smell of rain.
Hot showers.
Music.
(Im kind of into techno and music that sounds really haunting. It's so amazing.)
My Life as Liz
Strawberry flavored candy.
The color orange.
And blue.
Plaid pajama pants from Victoria Secret. The ones with pockets. xD
Him.
The song Chasing Cars by SnowPatrol. No matter how many times I listen to it, it is always amazing. It always matches my mood, makes me think, and has a deep place in my heart.
The Cure.
My sister.
My mom.
My dad.
My stepmom.
When im let in on the popular kids' gossip.
Laughing.
Nerdy jokes.
When a guy stands behind me and wraps his arms around me, hugging me.
I'm sure I'd like kissing...
Saying debacle. It's my favorite word.
Saying "Spankin'" and "What a doucher." haha.
Guitar Hero.
Psp's and xbox's.
Pokemon.

But the number one thing I love the most in the entire world,
is the feeling I have when I know that someone loves me as much as I love them, and that no matter how much she flirts, he'll never want her like he wants me.
And in a close second;
When I can go up to a girl I hate, flip her off and yell "SUCK ON THAT!"


On the next episode of Hey, Britney!:
My Standards.

Things That Bother me

Pictures of couples kissing and hugging.
(If you want on my good side, take the dang pictures of you and your stupid boyfriend swapping spit off of Facebook.)
When the other team points out the fact that we lost by yelling and screaming.
(I would always get mad that people act like theyre so amazing because they won a second-grade soccer game. I mean, really? You beat us by one point. We know you did. But must you scream and jump about like you won the flipping lottery.)
When people point out my flaws.
(It's okay when I say I don't look good today. But you're supposed to tell me I'm pretty, even if I'm not. Thanks for lowering my self-esteem, douche.)
When little kids talk during movies.
(Shut up.)
The fact that I can't talk to the cute guy at Starbucks.
(I think I freak him out everytime I ogle at him through the drive-thru window... -sigh-)
The fact that I have the option to sit with the popular kids, but I don't.
(Yea, yeah. I'm being a loyal friend and all that crap. But I'd like to be noticed by him for once.)
That I'm seriously repulsive.
(Idk why, but I have the worst luck when it comes to dating.)

And about a kajillion other things.

In the next episode of Hey, Britney!:
Things I Love

Completely and utterly stupid.

This will be short.
(Hm. Funny. Said that to your mum last night.)

Anyway. On a more serious note.
I'm having a bad... week.
Not as bad as others, but still bad.
No.
I'm not talking about it on here.
I've ranted about my feeling too much already.

So, without further adeu,
I bid you fair wins,
Followers.

(For now. Until im happier.)

Just Me.

Hi. I'm Britney. Im fourteen and I live in a small town in Texas.
I am a girl. I cry over boys. I repeat one line over and over in my min that always gets me every time. I've had a major crush on someone since 5th grade. Every time I see him in the hallway my heart skips a beat, but then I see his girlfriend smiling and laughing at him and the moment's ruined. I have the worst luck with guys.
I've dated potheads, and the kind of guys who only want in your pants. I've dated guys who ended up being gay.
I hate that no one I like ever seems to like me back.
I hate that certain people think of some devil worshiper.
I have immense self-loathing issues because people treat me like crap every single day.
And it's always the little things thy really seem to pack a punch.
Like all those times Dylan F. forgot my name and called me Bethany.
Like when I finally got to dance with my crush in seventh grade, but his friends forced him to.

I sing really loudly when no one is around to hear. When I'm all alone in my big empty house, I turn up the radio and sing my heart out.
Whenever I cry I always hope my mom comes in and tries to talk to me. Or someone calls to say they were thinking of me.

I wish I fit in at school. I wish I could sit next to all the popular kids and be best friends with them and all the cute guys liked me.
There's moments when I can look in the mirror and feel like I look pretty, but they're very rare.
It's kind of a normal thing because I don't usually have some great guy tellin me I look pretty no matter I I have make up on or not.

I have this problem that I assume someone likes me, but apparently they don't. All though I could've have effing sworn he was flirting with me, but whatever.
I like to think that I'm funny, but sometimes I say stuff and I regret saying it later on because it sounds stupid.
I hate it when people leave me out of stuff. Like once I was on this volleyball team, but my coach never let me play. She thought I wasn't good enough to be on the court because I didn't make all the serves over the net.
But they were freaking hard!

I like the smell of rain and taste of spearmint tooth paste. I like being out in the lawn just after it's mowed, on a warm breezy day.
I like to go outside, lie down in the grass and look up at the stars and the moon.
I make a lot of wishes, though I don't depend on them.
A lot don't come true.

I don't ever make a wish when I blow out the candles on my birthday cake. I feel like it's a bit cliche for me to, and I think it's not as effective as I once was led to believe. I think back to the years when I was younger and would wish for things like unicorns and to be a princess.
Nowadays when I wish for things it's usually about finding something good in my life.
Finding the one thing that could make me smile through the tears.

I feel like I deserve to talk to someone who cant judge me about a lot of my problems in life.
My opinions and beliefs. My fears and dreams.

I'm afraid of everything. Cars, heights, spiders, etc. The list goes on and on.
But it all has one similarity. The outcome is sometimes death.

I don't really have a dream. I don't know what I want to do in life.
I guess my dream is to be happy with who I am for once, and to fall in love.

But I'm not even close.