Officially A Redneck

Since the new Sims 3 game came out today, begging my mother for money has become a hobby.
So I've had the new hobby for about eight hours.
Then again, I'm one of those people who won't let other people lend them very much money. I currently have thirty dollars so I'm asking her for maybe fifteen dollars. Anyway, the whole issue is that I am excited for the new expansion pack.
Which came out on the first day of school.
Ah, the ever present topic of school.
On the shiny side of the coin, my teachers were all exceptionally interesting. I had one, a Geography teacher that completely kept my attention the whole lesson. A really hard thing to do, considering most of the teachers I've ever had tried to talk to me like I was a complete idiot. Which, naturally, I was having none of.
Just because I answer a question with an answer none of my classmates understand doesn't mean I'm a genius either.
It just means I studied.
I take school very seriously, which is quite odd for a kid my age. I've always been told I was mature for my age. But I prefer to think that it's because I looked at everything from a different vantage point than my peers. I'm not one for keeping with trends.
Hell, I'm still wearing jean jackets.
And cowboy boots.
And a cowboy hat.
I'm officially a redneck.

Writer's Block

I've recently come to terms with the fact that school will be starting up again the day after next.
I've also come to terms with the fact that I have writer's block.
Though, I suppose that isn't the most accurate thing to call it. I have all of the ideas screaming at me from inside of my head but when I go to begin to let the words flow from the pen, nothing comes out. I have no idea how to begin some of them, yet know the endings perfectly in my head.
And the part that makes it harder to concentrate at least writing the ideas down, is that I've already begun an idea and am currently thirty some pages into it. The handwritten kind. I seem to like writing by hand more than typing away on my laptop, which is infinitely easier but less satisfying.
So, I've been working on fanfiction.
I know, I know, how very normal cliché for a teen of my age.
But if I have all of these ideas about something that has just spawned off someone else's original idea, I'm going to jump on the chance of having any ideas at all and being able to write them. Anything to let me write  every day.
What am I writing about exactly?
Harvest Moon.
I am not ashamed to say that I play the game. It seems I like farming in video games but not in real life when the darn farmers are using up land that could otherwise be used for my enjoyment. (Namely a forest in which I can get muddy in.)
I am also not ashamed to say that I am also writing fanfiction about My Candy Love. (All right, maybe a little.) Insert forever alone meme here.
I'm surprised I remembered what a meme was.
No, not really.
I need to get out more.

Excuse Me While I Bang My Head Against A Wall

I am honestly considering taping a sign on my head. One that reads:
NO MATTER HOW FUNNY I LOOK, I'M NOT DUMB.
I mean, honestly people.
Now, this whole predicament began yesterday, during which I went shopping. Shopping in itself is an appalling concept for me. I've never really understood the pull women feel towards running around in a mall filled with other people and buying things that really only look good in the store. As long as it fits and doesn't make me look fatter than I already am, I'll take it and leave as fast as my legs will carry me.
But when shopping with my mother (my only source of money at the current time) everything becomes some blown up, dragged out, horrific situation. The thing with my mother is, she thinks that whatever looks good on her will look good on me.
Hahaha.
I don't think so.
She tried to get me to try on this pair of skinny jeans. I wouldn't normally have a problem with this, even though I naturally garb my chubby legs in loose fitting capris and jean shorts. Trying new things is good, right?
The pair she picked were neon green.
Neon. Green.
Please refer to the sign at the beginning of this post. Seriously, I'm really not.
The second incident was early today. My brother decided to sic the dog on my face at eight a.m. so I could make him hash browns. My dog is a lovely little pit bull with an equally lovely disposition. She has one teeny tiny little character flaw however. She likes to lick. Not just those cute little laps, but like full face wash with smelly breath.
After being rudely woken up like that, I made my dang brother his dang hash browns.
My brother's friend spent the night, which I have no problem with. But while they were munching away on my tireless fruits of labour, he asked me a question. A silly question really.
He asked me if I would go into the farmer's field across the road to shoot some chickens with a Nerf gun.
I ask him to repeat the question, certain I hadn't heard correctly. So he repeated it and I stood there, not making a sound and hoping he would forget the whole thing. The farmer across the road already isn't fond of me since I might have made a tiny little maze in his cornfield. All in the name of Hallowe'en.
Anyway, the kid asked the question a few more times after that. I ignored him all the while. But when he finally got fed up with my silence, he then proceeded to say it slowly. He asked me like I was some sort of slow brained child.
Made my day I tell you.
Just effing made my day.
I am seriously thinking about making that sign. Possibly laminating it so people really get the message.
Excuse me while I bang my head against a wall.