Today was another day filled with stupid, unnecessary, teenage drama. A supposed "fight" in Cafe C that never happened (They never do. And violence is stupid anyway.) There's nothing exciting about watching two idiot stoner-males punch each other in the face, where they then proceed to walk away with suspensions, punching each other chummily (Is that even a word?) in the arm, and laughing like Beevis and Butthead.
People of my age sicken me sometimes.
Sometimes I'm glad I live in my own little book world. There are no stupid teenage boys or annoying, dramatic girls. Sometimes I wish I lived in Forks, with Edward Cullen and Jacob Black and all of the Cullens, Hales, and Quileutes. They're supremely wonderful.
Tomorrow is Costume Day of Spirit Week. Spirit Week is the week of Homecoming, where we all have lots of fun dress up days to "Display our school spirit" *Insert Smarmy wink and thumbs up*, when in actuality, we just want an excuse to have fun and wear something different. We want a reason to cut up our Hanes mens tee shirts and write on our faces. To wear our Halloween costumes to school and pretend we actually like each other. And then we go to the Pep Rally, which we enjoy merely because our classes are shortened. We head to the football game in our warmest clothing chocked full of school Spirit Spirit Spirit (!), and cheer for our team. And whether we lose or win we "party it up" scantily clad, and dance with people whose faces we can barely see.
Such a party it is here. I'm so glad I might be going to Jess' party instead. They're my second family. And also civilized company.
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