Ugh...

So my mom got my three deficiencies on Tuesday, and now she's all nucking futs on me. *sigh* Brad scolded me for being defiecient in English and US History, but when it came to Oceanography, he asked, "What are you studying oceanography for?". Eh-heh... *sigh*

Other than that, I got to stay home yesterday, because my mom didn't want me walking through the river that San Antonio street becomes in the heavy rain, and so she gave me two instructions: "Today *better* be productive" (regarding doing homework) and "The house better be spotless when I get home!". See, now what gets to me about that is that it's like she can't decide--she told me to clean the house and yet still expects me to do as much homework and/or missing classwork as I can. She does it all the time, like when she'll tell me to do, oh say, the dishes, vacuum, clean the cat litter, clean up the bathroom and my room, and in general straighten up the apartment, and a few minutes later I'll get up to do the dishes (those generally get done first, before Mike can "clean" them). She'll walk in when I'm in the middle of dishes, and yell at me because the cat litter's still dirty. "Why haven't you done the cat litter yet??!!" And of course I say nothing, but I'm thinking, "Because I'm doing the dishes right now and thus cannot split my body into two so that the multiple tasks you assigned can get done in the speed of light time you seem to expect it to get done". She gets on my ass so badly, and every little transgression (and I'm not calling the deficiencies "little", don't misunderstand me) is a horrible sin that must be hounded upon and kept around for ages longer than it really should be. I think I made a mistake in trying to be the "good child" when Mike was going through his "badass punk" phase. Now Mom seems to expect otherworldly perfection from me because I tryed so hard to be good when I was younger, and when I fuck up or do something that most other teenagers I know of have done (only I do it to a lesser degree), she fucking explodes on me!!! Ugh!!! I SO can't wait till I graduate, and I SO can't wait to move out!!! There's no living with that woman sometimes!!!!!

Oooooooo-kaaaaaaaaaaaay..... my life so far.....

Friday night I had a nervous breakdown. All the stress from the beginning of school finally just culminated and made me go nucking futs. Thankfully, I had a private that night (though the circumstances behind the private and more specifically, *getting there* had something to do with the nervous breakdown), so I was able to work off the stress. I'm not going to go to karate as often as I do for a while--currently, I've been going Monday nights for the group class, Tuesdays for my regular private and to help with the little kid's class immidiately after, Wednesday for the group class and private right before, and Friday for the sparring class. That's four nights a week, on top of completely and utterly evil Junior year being stressful enough as it is *without* karate, and I've really been trying to be a good little Karate Kid by working my schedule *around* karate, which has only been making things even worse. So I talked it over with #2, my sensei, and we decided that I should try to come in for one group class a week and my private/little kid's class thing. I am *definitely* doing that for at least a few months. I'll tear out all my hair if I keep trying to work my life around just karate and school, and when somebody has a nervous breakdown due to stress and those are the only things in their life, you *know* they need to cut down on something. Since I can't cut down on school (unfortunately), I have to cut down on karate. *sigh*.....

Yesterday, I tested for my Blue belt with a Green Stripe. ^_^ It was a test at USSD HQ in Lake Forest. *Six hours* they tested me, and it really didn't feel that long at all. I was *shocked* to hear that it was 3:00 when the test was over. And now I hurt. ALL. FREAKING. OVER. But it's a good hurt--a VERY good hurt. My back aches and for once it's not because of my old injury, my chest/ribs hurt so badly I can hardly laugh, and my arms are most comfortable at my sides, where they don't have to work the muscles. It's awesome. The worst part of the test was the basics, when Master Taylor was working us, because he ran us so fast and so hard that not twenty minutes into the test, I was sweating like a pig (and how did that phrase come about? Pigs don't sweat, unless you're talking about the human male variety.... hmmmmm.....). But it was awesome, and two of the three Masters running the test seemed to take a liking to me, which made it all the more enjoyable. So now I'm a Blue-Green belt--my first STRIPED belt!!!--and it feels so awesome. Something tells me I'll be feeling the awesomeness of it all until Wednesday or so.

And.....lessee..... Brad called me not two minutes after I turned on my phone this morning. ^_^ Made me oh-so happy to talk to him, but he can't sneak down today. Unfortunately. He hasn't been feeling well, and he hasn't quite recovered, and now that it's cold and slightly rainy, he knows that his sinuses would be killing him if he came down from Victorville. *sigh* And besides, he has homework (evil homework), sooo..... *sigh* But I really miss him. It's been about a month since we saw each other last. Granted, so much has been happening for me, it doesn't feel like it's been that long, but it's still been a month, and besides, I plan on seeing him sometime around Samhain (which most other people know as Halloween), for something that *he* suggested originally. I'll be kinda annoyed if we get a decent chance to see each other on Samhain and he has to back out. Even if he has a good reason, I'll still be annoyed--just less annoyed than if he were to say "Oh yeah, the 31st is on, totally; I'll pick you up at such-and-such time" and so on, and then have to cancel. Don't get me wrong; I'm sure he wouldn't do that just because he could, so I wouldn't be annoyed at *him*, really, more at the fact that I had plans and they all seemed concrete, and then I had nothing. I *really* hate it when plans fall apart like that.

Hmmm.... oh, and last night, (on top of the rain--KICKASS!) Mike drank some cheap vodka (which I will assume he did not know was cheap until he got sick), and (like I just said) got sick. He kept me up (not meaning to) with his almost-hurling/almost-dry-heaving but-not-quite-either noises. I thought he was coming down with a nasty illness at the time, because that's really what it sounded like, but he told me and Mom this morning that he drank some cheap-ass vodka, and we stopped feeling sorry for him. Honestly, he brought it on himself.

hmmmm.... Oh, and in honor of my new belt, we changed the color on my fingernails. See, they *were* blue ('cause blue rocks), which matched my previous belt, but after the test, Mom painted some green stripes down the middle of them, so they now match my *current* belt. ^_^ Hehehe....

Well, that's about it. I'll post when I can post again. Ciao!

Chii-Chan
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