
I hate soap operas. Honest to God, I hate them, they're so annoying. I hate the plot twists. I hate the stupid dialouge. I hate the constant screaming. And I hate having to listen to my parents watching them and the recent "WTF!!11111" moment going on in the show right now. And soap operas scare me. By a lot.
What feels even worse is when you're listening to Dad on the phone and hearing about what's going on between members in your family, it feels like you're in one. I don't want apart of something I hate. The more I hear of my family, the more I want to split from them, like they didn't exist. I don't want to put up with my now-permanently-disabled mom. I don't want a pair of horrible (and I mean horrible) grandparents after my tail. I don't want to hear Dad being all frustrated and upset over money, school/my sister's college, the computer, his job, my grandparents, mom, my sister, and whatever. I'm tired of my sister telling me to be "strong in this rough time": I don't want to hear another fight from Mom and Dad and spending more months being poor. I want to be normal; I'm already more different than what others think they know.
Luckily, school for me doesn't start until I move to Texas, so that's one week from next Monday. Man, I haven't even set foot in the classrooms yet, but I already know what this year will be like in 10th grade. Everyone will hate me, and bullies will find the perfect little target in weird old me. "Ooh, she's running across school campus, kill her!", "Like, oh my god, she wants to be alone all the time, what's up with that!?", "She's so weird, what's up with her? She's so quiet, too."; Yeah, nothing like school campus to remind you you're an outcast. *rolls eyes* I'll have nothing in common with anyone, so it's impossible for me to meet anybody I can really call a close friend. Not that the last part would matter, since much of the school population will consist of obnoxious, preppy idiots anyway. The teachers would like me, but that's only because I'm smart, and that I actually work in their classes while everyone is talking up a storm or goofing around. The only good things I remembered from last year were Mr. Johns's Chorus class and concerts and the temporary Computer Graphics class and maybe 2-D Composition. Everything else can go to hell, except for maybe English 2 with Ms. Mueller. I liked her.
Ah, another thing about English. I get to sit and read a bunch of short stories nobody knows of that we'll quickly forget, and if I ever do read anything I like, everyone else is gonna hate it. Like Edgar Allen Poe's stuff. And Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet". And funky as it is, Greek Mythology. (Although I did hear several kids in Math discuss one of the stories about Atalanta. XD)
I've got stuff to do, dammit... I have the zest, yet I can do nothing but procrastinate. Aren't I strange? Oh yeah, of course.