Ok this journal comes in THREE PARTS!

PART ONE!
BAND DAY WAS AMAZING AS USUAL. I have ridiculous amounts of respect for the Umass marching band, and getting to play with them on the field was awesome. We got to dance and sing in our uniforms. XD And our school's uniforms have capes, so they swoosh around when we spin. It was amazing. Though it's really hard to do some things in uniform. Like raising your arms. Not to mention uniform etiquette. You can't swear, fight, do drugs, eat, and drink. You also can't run in uniform (unless it's for a drill) and you can't show any PDA. So no hugs in uniform gaiz. (It's really funny though, cause when we changed out of our uniforms on the bus, we glomped everyone there. ) It was super fun. I just wish more people came. XD

PART TWO
My parents really aggravate me sometimes. (No, this is not going to be a whiny "OMG MY LIFE SUCKS I NEVER GET WHAT I WANT!!!" kind of journal.) At home I'm supposed to be a sweet docile, obedient daughter who's the perfect housewife in training. She cooks! She cleans! She's a perfect mother! That kind of thing. I get yelled at because I don't know how to cook well. I get yelled at for not washing the dishes. (Ok, the dishes are my fault, but even after I wash them there's always more...) I have to keep Andrew and Emily from fighting. I'm basically supposed to fill the role that my other sister Tiffany has left. But I'm anything but what Tiffany was like here. I'm not small, I'm not cute, I'm not a perfect child who always listens to what her parent's say. I want to go out and do things, but my mom and dad want me to stay inside and play babysitter.

Just today, I stayed after school for Theater Club(Theatre?) Which I'm really starting to enjoy, and you know what the first thing my dad says when he picks me up?

"You shouldn't waste your time doing stupid stuff. You don't have to stay after school for everything. Theatre won't get you any college credits. Do your work instead."

In those exact words.

I'm not allowed to join my school's GSA for the same reason, so says my mother.

It's not like I go to a lot of things after school in the first place. The only club I go to regularly at the moment is MOST. But according to my parent's I could get invited to two things in the same week, and they'd say I'm going out to much. Just ask Tiff. This is going to sound really stupid, but I'm feeling really trapped. I don't want to be the sparkly shoujo heroine type girl. I want to be the side character that kicks ass and still manages to keep her hair looking neat and presentable.

It's not just clubs either! A friend could ask me to hang out and I would have to stay at home. There was this one time where my mom dragged me half way to Boston before telling me Bethany had called saying I could hitch a ride to hang out with my friends that day. She told me that she told Bethany I was sleeping and that I could call back later. But I was in Boston. With a dead cell phone.

-sigh- What am I gonna do...


PART THREE

Guys are douche bags around here, y'know?
You know how I got into that fight with Andrew Z?
Well now, almost a month later he sends a BAWW Sqaud to try and get me to guilt trip and say how sorry I am.

Ok, I admit I was really rude to him. And that I probably gave him some kind of emotional shock, but frankly I don't give a damn anymore. He's the kind of guy that makes me want to grab him my the collar and shake him. The kind of guy that makes my blood boil and want to rip out some intestines.

So being called a bitch over Facebook first thing in the morning is not how I like to start my day. Not even by him, but his best friend, using his account to pm me.

They couldn't even think of good comebacks, so the fight wasn't even enjoyable. (Which is a shame, I love me a good fight.)

And now I keep expecting another message like that, since I got the last word. Whatever. -sighs again-

So there's my update for now. Thanks to everyone who bothered to read all of it. <3

-Mel