I haven't updated in quite a while.
I blame the homework and teachers and friends, but in reality I was procrastinating. It seems to be something I'm good at.
I've settled into my school routine now. Wake up later than I anticipated, rush through my morning routine, hastily put my Element shoes which are indeed breaking (I'm thinking of just buying some new cowboy boots and that'll be the end of it) and run to catch the bus. My brother, who doesn't wake up himself, hasn't helped either.
Classes are...interesting to say the least. My mother had every single one of my teachers when she was in high school. No, they're not that old. She's just that young. So my teachers have a tendency to call on me, suspecting I'm like my mother. I'm not. She was prim and proper, and studious and sporty. I'm loud, sarcastic, studious in a lazy way and completely and utterly not athletic.
So my mother wasn't surprised when my midterm report came in, announcing in fine bold print that I had a 65 in gym. I've told my gym teacher (who, incidentally was my mother's favourite teacher) on numerous occasions that if he thinks he's going to get me to run six laps around the gym and then do suicides, then he's nuts.
I've also been sent to the office on numerous occasions.
It's also been a battle between me and my mother. She wants me to go to church. Now, I'm not religious, but I don't right out tell her she'd stupid for believing in God. I just don't. People can believe whatever they want to believe. They could even believe in flying purple cats for all I care. Just don't expect me to.
My friends have begun to remark how different we are from each other.
But on the bright side, I have a whole weekend to myself. My mother is working shift work, my brother and dad are off in Vermont at a hockey tournament.
Don't get me wrong, I like hockey. But my dad pays me five dollars to go to my little brother's games. Literally. He started getting me to come to his games when I walked in during a game in which they were losing, and then they scored five goals after I stayed.
It's all the Irish luck, I tell you.
I must be a leprechaun or something.
Not really.
But that would be cool.
