Owww. My arm still hurts very bad. I'm guessing it's supposed to be, but I'm still contemplating if I should get it checked out. The doctor said it should've only hurt yesterday and only like someone punched me in the arm; not like someone's been stepping on it with steel-tipped boots.
Yay! My grades are improving! So much happiness! I'm glad that my teachers talked to me and finally got me to actually notice what the hell has been up with me. Yet again, I have fallen under Dark Stormy Cloud depression, but I am now once again fighting it off with Prozac. I always thought they tasted like capsules soaked in orange or pineapple juice. Strange stuff. Sometimes I can't even notice that I'm actually not thinking about stupid things. Such as right now. I'm talking to Jon online and I'm laughing.
Alex and I are Officially Over and I'm moving on. I'm actually pretty proud of how well I'm taking it now. I was very upset before, but now in light of recent events, I'm just sick of him and happy that I don't have to be worried constantly when the inevitable would happen--because it has. I had been sick of how he's been acting. And I'm sick of not being appreciated. He hasn't "loved" me nor liked me in months, so what's the point of sticking around anyway? He left me in the dark for so long and used me for things when I thought he felt the same way as I did. Forget it. He's a finished chapter in my book that I'll never return to. I'm just amazed how quickly this all came about. I vow never to talk about him again in my LiveJournal. :)
Being single leaves me a lot of time for my Creative Projects. For the past year or more all I was doing was paying attention to Alex which was immature. Now I have time to paint, write, draw, et cetera instead of making my self paranoid or scared shitless. Relationships tend to do that to me, regardless. I don't know if it's the people or just me. Probably just me. I'm going to work on that. I'm a teenager. This is the time where I have to find my self. Was I naive to think that ooooh Alex is the One: hell yeah. Pathetic even. I was fifteen. No one gets married to someone they met when they were fourteen. Geez, and to think that when I haven't even experienced any one else? Man, oh man. I'm not going to make that mistake again. I promise to myself and to everyone reading this that I will not become crazy about a guy like that again. Cause and effect. [shiver]
On another, more happier note, I love the Monkees. The "Porpoise Song" just screams '60s. Has anyone seen the movie Head? Brilliant, tripped out film, folks. :D
Speaking of moooovies. I want to see one this weekend. :D Though I don't know when... My weekend's pretty booked. On Saturday, Emily wants me to come over her house so we can eat pints of ice cream and watch Lifetime movies (ha-ha!). Well, whaddya expect? Boys suck. (But suck what is the question.) On Sunday, Colleen and Roy want to go to see Andrea's Joseph and the Technicolor Dreamcoat!!! YAY! I need to know how much costs and what time and how far away it is (my dad's a little freaked that Roy'll be driving us! ha-ha! an adventure!).
Uggggh. My Against Racial Stereotyping in Sports bill for Advanced Speech failed today. The only people who actually voted for it was Ciak and I. But a few said that it was a very good speech. I thought that I brought up some very good points, but, of course, people like Beth did not want to listen to it at all. In her Con speech she even repeated stuff that I already had made quite clear was wrong with facts as to why. But people are too goddamned attached to "tradition and excellence" and blah-blah-more shit that they won't think outside the box.
In the words of Roybert the Great: "I hate humanity!!!"