and baby when it's love, if its not rough, it isn't fun

Today has been a little off.

Ema wasn't at school again, as she was feeling poor... It was all around okay as far as school.

I had Guidance Seminar last period, which is usually fine except they're making us pick classes already... which is just a little bit of BS.

But anyway.

I'm in it with Judy, a good friend since last year. And we're filling out our course lists, joking around and laughing, and there's this girl at the end of the table (whose name will be omitted), who for some reason has hated me, just for existing, since eighth grade. So she's down there, fuming up a silent storm, mumbling as if we can't hear, "God, just SHUT UP" or "thanks for sharing" everytime I finish a sentence.

I'm trying to ignore her, like, yeah, thanks for your input, its so insightful I could die, but I really dont care, kay? Judy didn't really notice that she was talking to us, but I sure did, and I'm wondering this: How could one person manage to be such a royal bitch to people who have in no way ever harmed her (body or pride) in any way?

I really want someone to explain to me why she hates me, because I just don't see it. I will admit openly that I can be loud sometimes without knowing it, and yes, it can be obnoxious. It's not my favorite thing about myself, but it's who I am and I live with it. But I would think at this age we've reached the level of maturity where you can either tell the person (me) to please quiet down, you're wicked loud, (which I usually take fairly well if you feel the need to do this) or just ignore it. But, at least in her case, apparently not.

I'm sorry for ranting, but this person, who like I said will remain unnamed in case there's someone reading this who shouldn't be, makes me angry beyond all possible description. I really wish that she, wherever she is, will grow up and get a life of her own.

And even if, for example, her home life isn't the rose field it should be, DON'T take it out on people around you--especially those who aren't prepared to help you through things. I'm not saying that if you hate your parents you're just a brat, because that is part of being a teenager, but to a certain level you should keep your petty rebellions to a radius in which people CARE.

Okay, I think I'm done. I just needed that off my chest.

Also, to Abba-dearest, I'm so sorry I spoiled your time. I promise I didn't purposely include that person in the conversation, and I promise I will no longer divulge that which you wish to keep between us. Next time, I promise you I will clear it with you first. I cherish our private jokes and henceforth pledge to keep them private. <33

....THE END. *heavy sigh*

Currently~
Mood: exasperated
Music: Poker Face--Lady Gaga, The Fame <33
Video: Chuck
Lit: Bread Givers