Mutant and Proud

I just feel like Blogging right now. Why? No one knows? Who cares, my blog my posts!
First to my Russian readers: I still wish you'd leave me comments, but I still love all of you who've viewed my blog 31 times. It makes my day brilliant.

Lets talk about my day today! Hour by Hour (but only the hours where something actually happened.)
5:30-5:50 AM: I woke up to go to absent school. I have to do this because last semester I sluffed Child Development one too many times. You would have too if you had been in that class. I looked something like this ----->
(Ally Brosh would be proud of me. that is a pretty good recreation of my rom)

6:00-6:15 AM: I was late for absent school and didn't get to make up my truency. I did however get to take the test I missed in my World Religion's class. I got a B! yay!!

7:00: Go outside where my car/friend are waiting for me supposedly. (I gave her my keys so she wouldn't have to wait for me to finish my test) I got the total "Dude Where' My Car?" moment. Turns out she had decided to drive home, in my car, without telling me. While I debated throttling her, she returned and we went to 7-11 for Dr. Pepper. my favorite thing.

11:00-12:00: I went to the library for English. The girls around me decided to spend their time talking about boys they've kissed. I always shy away from these conversations, cause well I'm V.L. I know, I'm like an 18 year old mutant! But I'm proud of it! So instead of trying to make conversation with the other kids in my class half of whom I hate, the other half whom I don't know, I just quietly listened and rolled my eyes to myself at the entertainment of average high school life. I felt a bit like the Crocodile Hunter before his run in with the sting ray. "Crikie! The'e's another mysterious teenage gurl, talkin' 'bout 'er life wit boys and other such fascinatin' things."

12:30 p.m. when I went to a Kindergarten classroom to learn to be a teacher (which I don't want to do, but I'll graduate so it works). Turns out one of the kids had dropped a small calender book. When no one claimed it the teacher (aka my mom) gave it to me to look at. It was an "Always" book. The back said something like "Go to this website for information and to connect with girls going through changes just like you!" Kindergartners. Needless to say, I laughed so hard I almost need some Always.

2:30 PM: I went to after school Absent school. I was lost and Daniel had to escort me to the room where I wold be silently tortured for an hour. It wasn't the silence that bothered me. It was the complete lack of people I knew that did. But I got all my Math done so yay!

3:30 PM: The true climax of my day.

I head butted my car. . .

Governments should be afraid of their people

So I'm 18 right? I'm getting ready to vote for the first time. I'm super excited. Only there's one problem. When it comes to politics/economics I'm the world's biggest retard. ask Cami or Nikki about what my face looks like when talking about capitalism in AP euro. It's something like this. (any one who knows who this is gets major points)

 I decided to take myself and my twitchy face to my father, who is very versed in politics, to learn a little more about what I should be voting for.

worst. mistake. EVER! I repeat: WORST DECISION EVER! 

If you ever have a question about politics, or have some vague thought that hey, maybe Marx had a good idea, don't tell my dad. you will end up in an hour and a half long discussion (and by discussion I mean Lecture) about why exactly you are wrong. you'll get yelled at about communism, and politics and eventually you'll try to casually turn back the tv show you were trying to watch, but he won't let you. You will witness my father's tyrannical rampage on anyone that disagrees with him on political views, because if you think differently than him, you are obviously an uneducated idiot.

This is exactly why I don't care about or understand politics. My brain has been trained like one of pavlov's dogs to associate politics with tirades that I can't stop no matter how much I ignore my father, or try to leave the room.

Solution: either try to find someone who can calmly explain politics to me, unbiased (yeah right) or move far away on a private island where politics don't exist. I think the latter seems like a more possibly solution.

so lessons of the day: I suck at politics. and My father is political monster ready to eat out any young liberal's heart for breakfast.