Sunday Mornings

Most people get up on Sunday, get a coffee, and sit down to read, or to check their Facebook, or maybe just have a moment of blissful silence.

I don't. One, I'm not allowed to drink coffee. Two, Sunday mornings are never blissful. There is always that feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach, because I know that at the end of the day, as I crawl into my warm a cozy bed, when I wake up there will be school.

School has been portrayed to me in many different angles:

A gathering place for friends, and learning.

A place where I can learn social skills.

A building, devoid of any love, or mercy, where I will spend the majority of my miserable life.

Okay, that last one is a little played up, but I've heard many high schoolers say such things. But as dull an boring as school may be, I've never actually experienced anything 'tortuous' or 'horrid' as many TV shows, and movies, and even parents say.

Even so, I can't help but feel bad for myself.

The only real thing that I could stand to lose would be Mr. Scudworth. (That's not his real name, but I don't want to imagine the horrors of what he might say if he ever found out I blogged about him!)

He's real creepy. My mom, (you might know her; becomingkate, a regular blogger, who is infact blogging right beside me) even thinks he's creepy. He watches me constantly, and brings up my moods. He asks me questions about death, and why I'm talking about it.

I talk very openly about death. My real mother died in March. I had been living with Kate, and my Dad at the time, so I never really feel like she's actually dead.

I tell him why I talk about it, yet he still brings it up, never asking me to stop talking about it, but always trying to dig into my personal life.

But let's not talk about him. Just thinking about all the crazy shit he does makes me want to punch a magician (he thinks he's a magician, so..).

Disregarding school all together now, I feel like writing about what's going down today.

Nothing much. Lol.  Although, Jamie (my step-sister) and I might go out sledding today. We got like 10 inches of snow (no joke!) and it's perfect snow for sledding! She doesn't work today, I, being the lazy teenager I am have no plans at all, so I guess I'm basically set for the whole day now.

I would normally get dressed by now (it's lunchtime) but my kitten is laying on my lap. She's even more crazy than good ole' Scudworth. She's about 8 weeks old, the runt of the litter, and has a major cold which we are currently treating. The cold doesn't seem to stop her from trying to kill my dog, or my feet.

She's quite hilarious, actually. She farts, (shamelessly, I might add) and sneezes, and attacks objects that aren't there. Then when you really feel like locking her up in the bathroom, she goes ahead, and falls asleep on your lap, all cute like.  (That's what the picture is of. She's a cutie, isn't she?)

I've sort of run out of things to blog about. I don't really ever have one subject to talk about. It's only my first blog, and it's already all over the place, so sorry, but that's how I am. XD. Whoops!

Anyways, hope you all have a good day! And have a very Happy New Year!