So I had just written up this post about how boring my life is, basically going through the mundane details and I was looking for a nice, random title and I came across some texts from today with my friend Tracey. They go something like this:
From: Me
Omggg [Gael's] crazy bro just informed [Gael] that the other night in the wee hrs he broke into the basement bedroom, slept, and took 1 of [Gael's] shits. He then informed him that he needs another one. Creepy!
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From: Tracey
Lmao, that’s fucked up.
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From: Me
I know! It’s fucking creepy! We were sleeping & he came in! What if he was WATCHING us?!?
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From: Tracey
Probs standing really close to your face while you slept
After that last one, I just cried. 
So yeah. There’s a long story behind Gael’s “crazy bro”. The short and short is, he’s severely bipolar & isn’t on medication. He was when I met him, but he’s never had much decipline in his life so it didn’t matter a whole lot. He just ran wild and did what he pleased. Well, a few months ago he stole my cousin RooneyRoo’s credit card and bought some cigarettes with it. He ended up in jail because, I guess that’s a serious violation of his parole. *rolls eyes* He was in jail for a bit and is now out, homeless, and apparently breaking into the house. He did inform me about 2 weeks ago that he sometimes wanders by and passes out in the backyard. Spooky. 
He’s always scared me (punching holes in walls, throwing knives, having fits, etc) but now I’m even more freaked out. Once we got home, I had Gael lock all the windows. Hopefully he won’t come by anymore!
Ugh, it feels like ages since I’ve had some time to sit down and write a blog… ok, maybe I’ve had some time but I’ll explain that in a minute. First off, I’d like to [edit] last post & say that my mother informed me the day of last post saying she hadn’t put Bear to sleep yet. Apparently she was waiting for my sister’s friend to visit from England so he and my sister would take Bear to get the deed done. Thus, they went on 27 May 08. Different day, same outcome. 
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You know, there are so many good reasons for me not writing a blog… the most important of them not being school or work, but finding a website that has 2 full seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Hello memory lane! This show started near the end of my 7th grade year (when I was 11) & I’m sure I wasn’t allowed to watch it but I definitely remember sitting in front of a TV to watch it. Maybe I sneaked over to a friends house- can’t remember. 
Anyways, if you’d like the link here you go! Enjoy! 
(I am tempted to wish they had more seasons but I know this would just encourage me to not do homework so I guess it’s for the best!)
On the job front, I have been to several interviews and nothing worked out. That is until my last one. I interviewed for an accounting assistant which is basically the same job I had at GDIT. I get paid more than twice of what I’m making at my current job & close to 50 cents more than at GDIT. I’m pretty stoked because not only can I pay my bills completely and on time but I can actually save money now. 
On the school front, my bio teacher sucks. He teaches the class like it’s some high- level bio class. This is beginning bio (101), mind you. I’m fairly certain the teachers are supposed to assume no one has had bio before and teach the class as such. I, for one, haven’t had a bio class since 10th grade (age 15/16) so it’s been like 8 years. He teaches off of slides but sits with his back to us so we can’t hear him speak. He refuses to give us study guides saying that the slides “are [our] study guides!” The thing is, he breezes so fast through them we can’t even take notes. After our first test last Thursday, half the class walked out when he started talking to us like we were imbeciles saying he won’t try to help us pass & that’s our job. He thinks if he helps us, he’s spoon- feeding us. Basically, he’s a jerk. A lot of kids are going to the dean & if they ask me to join I will. I wish I could walk out, but I’ve finally gotten my parents to help pay for school & it’s too late to get their money back anyways. If this asshat makes my GPA (grade point average) fall below a 3.0 I will attack him one night. 
Last, but not least, my sister graduated high school on 7 June 08. For some insane reason the ceremony took place at 8am. It was at her school so it’s not like they had to compete for time. I got badly sunburned there & then a bit more at my parents’ house in their pool. I believe I ended up getting sun poisoning and have been rather ill since then. (Feeling a bit better today, though.)
After that was my friend’s 21st birthday party. We had dinner at a restaurant and then went to her friend’s house for some activities & watched some episodes of Bones & I kept thinking of David Boreanaz & how I thought he was hotter on Angel than Buffy when I was kid but now I think he’s hotter when he was younger. Why is his head so wide now? C’est très bizarre, non? 
*note: today’s quote is from my bio teacher. some girl was trying to figure out what one the ways stuff that moves between … tissues? … is called. mr bio prof was not too happy about her way of thinking. oops! 
