Well, it has been a while since I have updated so now would be a good time, right? I guess the reason I haven't posted anything recently is because there really hasn't been anything funny... or even a little funny. There's just been a lot of really annoying drama and while I was thinking about it the other day I realized it all boiled down to one thing: popularity. At first I wasn't sure what I would write about since all of the drama is really personal but then I thought about it and there are two main reasons why I don't give a what. First, this is the internet... 'nuff said. Second, no one reads this, I will be totally honest in saying that. I think my sister reads it (only when I tell her to and even then there isn't a high chance). So anyway, popularity.

You know that really annoying song in Wicked called "popular"? Well that pretty much sums up high school. It gets a little absurd sometimes to see how worried people become when they think they are losing friends, and most of the times it's because they were conceited little kids. I have a suggestion for them: stop worrying about the number of friends and how many parties you were personally invited to in one night and calm the fuck down. Now, you might be thinking, wow this kid is really bitter about not having a social life. However, I am completely fine with it, in fact I dislike 90% of everyone I meet and when I do go out I usually just end up getting annoyed and leaving before someone can vomit on me. I am essentially like an old person: I don't like loud noises, flashing lights freak me out, and I am easily startled. That alone should show you that I am not the type for a party. Typically, one can judge how "popular" they are by what they do on Friday and Saturday nights. If you are going out to a party, congrats, you're one of two things: "fucking dope" (that just means awesome) or really rich and can bring all the icehouse someone can drink on an empty stomach... or some combination of both. The thought and effort that goes into one of these keggers is remarkable. While most would deny it there really is a lot of care put into a party. I promise, I know- not because I throw them (my mother would slay me) but because I used to party quite a bit. I am going to throw this out there now, I am not going to pretend like I am too cool for school because at one point I really wanted to be well known and liked, who hasn't wanted that? But what I am saying is that the petty situations are infuriating if you have passed grammar school. One thing that really caught my attention was a recent bet between two guys. They were going to go to the same party as a girl that is usually out and they were going to see who could get with her first. Seriously? I can understand being a horny teenage boy but think about the girl and how humiliating that must be. While she is the type of person that may be flattered by something like that, have some decency and forget about it. If that is what makes you popular than I am going the old fashioned way and just be nice to people. Besides, I usually want to punch most of the people I know.

Who are you calling fat?

At some point in your life I am sure you have been called a name. These names usually changes from things like "butthead" to "bitch" but some seem to stick around. How about "fat". The other day I was called that by an obese girl while I was eating an apple. No lie.
I really did not know what to do. Morals told me not to say anything because after all she may be feeling bad about herself and I would never want to seriously harm anyone. Instinct, on the other hand, told me to "call that bitch out" as one of my friends so kindly put it. I ended up just looking blankly at her and blinking a few times, luckily I was saved by the bell and was able to escape before I did something I would later regret. It really was the strangest thing.
This is the whole scenario from start to finish:
Some background information about myself- I am a black hole and am ALWAYS hungry, I am also 5'10" and 145lbs.
Back to the story; I was sitting in my first class of the day thinking about my two favorite things: food and sleeping. I have food with me at all times because when I get hungry I don't get the typical crabby, I get shaky and weak to the point that I can't stand (I think I may be hypoglycemic) so I decided to problem solve and eat an apple discretely since I sit in the back corner of the class and no one knows who I am and I don't know who they are. I pull out a delicious crisp apple that I had purchased the day before and begin my feast- All the while careful not to draw attention to myself I keep my head down and only eat when someone is talking. Suddenly I hear, "Damn, you fat as hell, always eating and shit- you don't need that." At first I thought it was my teacher speaking and I was surprised to hear her talk in such a casual style but I look up to see the planet of a person looking at me with eyes that would make the devil question himself. Now the whole class is looking at me with food in my mouth. Can you say awkward? A few tense minutes later the bell rang and I sprinted out of there.


This is on a different topic but slightly related; it's about people consuming things. I was not in the class when this happened but a few days ago someone came up to me and asked if I had heard about what happened in one of the classes. I said no but was immediately interested because of the excitement in her voice. The school policy is that you can not leave the classroom unless it is an emergency, so no bathroom, no water fountain, most of the time not nurse either. One of the teachers has a pitcher of water and some plastic cups if a student is thirsty. In my opinion that is very smart, he abides to the school rules while understanding that teenagers do in fact need water from time to time. A senior (because this teacher only teaches senior classes) put rubbing alcohol in the pitcher so when a student in that class asked for some water they drank that instead. This student became very ill and needed to go home. I suppose I am just not hip and with it since that does not seem funny to me at all. All I can say is that I feel so bad for this teacher. He is way overqualified to teach high school, he is always happy, always nice, believes what his students say, and yet people are constantly taking advantage of that.
I have to remind myself that this is public school.