my week . to sum it up .

gaaah . this week was ghaaaay . so i got my report card . i had a 61 in science . my parents were definitely not pleased . good thing i told them the day before . but what can they do about it right ? its my mark . i think theyve started to realize how much space i really need . or just how much i want . i think i offended my mother by not using the christmas costume she had planned out for me for awana .. she was gonna pin christmas ornaments to MY SHIRT . i was like, no, cuz
first of all, i dont want to .
second, AM I FIVE ?! why is it such a big deal that you design my costume?! like really, i think im actually too old to even be going to awana anymore, so i shouldnt even have to wear a costume . the topics we discuss are so .. surface level . they dont HELP me at all . all we do is compare the olden days of the bible to the modern days of now . TOO REPETITIVE . geez.
third , THATS GONNA MAKE HOLES IN MY SHIRT . my FOREVER21 SHIRT . I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO GO THERE AGAIN . THAT IS SO NOT WORTH THE RUINING OF MY SHIRT .
fourth, it would look retarded anyway.
so my mom was pretty mad about that . but whatever . its my outfit . i wasnt even planning on dressing up.

ugh why is it that everyones life has drama except mine this week ?! not fair, im bored . i feel like ive been put on this earth to just. be there for everyone . the be the center pillar everyone leans on . ive got your back kind of thing going on . but anyway . so everyones been venting on me and ive been solving everyones problems lately . but i dont wanna always do that because im scared something might go wrong and the solution i give will screw things up . i'm not close to perfect with anything . especially not personal things . its not hard being the stable one when everyone around me is falling apart .. so no one worry about being a burden or whatever . because if you do worry about that, we will talk . lol .
anyway, i kinda just made my brother cry by kicking him out of my room and he's cranky because he just woke up from sleeping in the van .. and he just cried when i asked him to leave .. hes really way too sensitive, i must say . sometimes, for sensitive people, you just gotta let them cry it out, because they need to, and then show them another perspective of the problem, and that its really not that big of a deal .

its a weird thing to say i want some drama in my life . but without it, i realize that my life is quite dull . and thats no fun . i just need stuff to think about . because my disfunctional brain gets bored sometimes .

anyway . i have like, a quiz on monday or something . and i have to make a car that runs on power from a balloon releasing air .. but i havent done that yet . i should probably do so soon so i dont fail science .

i hate snow . our snow isnt even white anymore . its brown . stupid car pollution .
"i'm dreaming of a brown christmas"
thats not a dream, thats a nightmare .

the end .