Ouch (from Wednesday)

When they say everything hurts with a broken rib, they don’t lie. Tom just came in town (T.O.M. = time of month), and holy crap. I don’t know if these are just super bad cramps or if they are related to the rib thing.
Today has been a good day; I’m on a fasting high. I love it J fasting highs are the best. My last Behind the Wheel thing is today, and then Mr. Anderson gives me the papers, I take them to the DMV on Monday, and WHAM! FREEDOM. Ha-ha wow I’m immature. I want to be a SUPASTARR! Don’t ask.


I think I’m an Egyptian goddess. The goddess of ugliness. No wait; it was the Greeks who had gods and goddesses for everything. Ha-ha I kept typing dogs and doggesses. I’m so dyslexic. My hands hurt. Am I giving myself arthritis because I crack my knuckles a lot? They hurt really badly. L


I feel like I have my hopes for this weekend and Halloween up so high, I’m going to get really disappointed. I don’t even have a costume. I have to work on my grades, but I keep blogging ha-ha. Here is my list of things I need to get done before any fun can happen:

1.    Clean your room. Seriously. I don’t care if it’s your OCD organized mess, it looks like shit and you trip a lot.

2.    Get rid of the drowning feeling in your brain whenever you think about school. Go visit each teacher individually and WRITE DOWN what you need to do. AND ACTUALLY GET IT ALL DONE. You bring this shit upon yourself.

1.    History= Mr. Dedecker

2.    Physics= Mr. Coffeen

3.    Algebra 2= Mr. Anderson

4.    AP English= Mr. Mork

5.    Morality= Dr. Butta

6.    Choir= Mr. Arviso

7.    Weight Training= Mr. Frayzeen

3.    Stop fighting with your parents. We get it, they’re wrong and stupid. Pretend they aren’t. You’re an actress, remember? Act.

4.    Be responsible. Either get your mom to tell Libby’s mom that she had it all wrong (yeah, like the bitch will admit she was wrong) or steal her phone and text Libby’s mom saying the same thing.

5.    Prove you are a good enough daughter to get the texting back on your phone (right now I can only text mom, dad, grandpa, and brother) by keeping this list up EVERY WEEK.

6.    On a personal note, lose weight. You have to fit into a costume (if you get on top of your shit and buy one) by Monday, so hurry that shit up.

I want to print this out or something so I know what to do. I know myself, and I will forget. Ill like copy/paste it on another thing, erase the cusswords, print like twelve of them, and put them everywhere.


I have this antsy feeling. I can’t identify it. It makes me keep popping my ears and stuff. It’s like I have to pee, but I don’t. It’s this fuzzy, prickly feeling in my brain that I usually accredit to ADHD. It makes it really difficult for me to focus. My arms and legs have it too, I have to keep moving. I hate this. I hate being ADHD and having to take medicine to make me normal. I hate not being able to complete simple tasks like homework, just because I can’t look at a piece of paper for more than a few seconds. The doctor we go to says I have the most advanced case of ADHD she’s ever seen, and she’s been an ADHD specialist around the country for 50 years. Along with my ADHD comes a lot of other issues. I have OCD, which is partly caused by ADHD people’s tendency to hyperfocus on things. I am bipolar, for reasons unknown, as well as partially dyslexic and anger management. Basically, I should be an idiot. But I took this test with the ADHD lady and scored total off the hook genius… confusing, right?