jigsaw falling into place

I swear, my chronic tardiness is a result of my birth. I was born two weeks late, and now I'm late to everything. This morning [technically, yesterday morning], I got out of bed at 5:37am because I had to be at school by 7:00am for the Rosary Day ring ceremony. Guess what time I got there? 7:42am, running my ass in four-inch stilettos. Oh, and I almost ate shiiiiit on the grass. The whole two-hour mass was a total sleep-inducer, and Lindsay and I got fucken skimped on our solo. We finally got our rings and ran up to homeroom to grab our tickets after what seemed like years. After everything was over, I went with Liz and Jax to Esperanza Burger to go get lunch for Paul, Scott, and Joe. We got to EHS just in time for their lunch break, but the anal-retentive administration dickwads wouldn't let us in through the front gate, so the guys had to come out to get their food. We stayed and talked for like twenty minutes, and then we had to leave so we wouldn't be late for our junior-class picture at Disneyland. We would've made except . . . my assured tardiness got in the way. We were exactly eight minutes late to the photo shoot and ended up not being in the picture at all. Not to mention, Jax and Liz both paid for photo sets. Good thing I never buy that stupid school photo shit; what a waste that would've been. Nevertheless, we were all pretty bummed that we missed out on the photo. But look on the bright side; at least we even made it to Disneyland in one piece, what with all that running and dodging we had to do in order to get there.

Ah, Disneyland; the Happiest Place on Earth? More like the most stressful place on Earth. You spend half of your time waiting in seemingly endless lines, one-fourth of your time looking for the people you're supposed to be with, and the other one-fourth riding attractions that usually aren't even half as tricked-out as you expect them to be. Fuuuuuuck that; I'ma stick to Boomers' mini-golf (: Honestly, today was such a fucken bust. Jackie, Liz and I were constantly fighting about the dumbest shit, and the night ended horribly. Lindsay and I aren't talking as of two hours ago, and Jackie can't make her mind up about a decision that should be so damn obvious to her. And I'm pretty sure I gained about nine pounds from hazelnut coffee, chocolate-covered caramels, and Goofy taffy alone. We had all planned to stay until closing time at midnight, but Jackie's mom picked us up at 11:00pm because our feet were falling off and the cold was starting to numb our bodies. I just wish things had ended on a better note; it's usually always my fault when we get in fights. Aside from my other vows, I need to make one that includes being less of a fucken cunt to Lindsay. She's one of the best things that's ever happened to me, and yet I treat her worst than the dirt beneath my feet because she's so easy to pick on. I know it's fucked-up, but I swear I'm going to change for the sake of our friendship.

I just watched this random movie online called Lars and the Real Girl. It's about this guy who's never really experienced true love, even though he has a perfectly decent girl pining for him. Instead, he ends up following for . . . a blow-up doll. In the end, she "passes away" from some fatal illness, and he ends up courting the girl whose affections he had ignored before. It probably sounds like the dumbest shit ever as I'm explaining it, but I swear it's one of the chillest movies I've ever seen. Speaking of lost love, I'm no longer talking to Aaron. No texts, no calls, no messages, nada. And the best part? He doesn't even realize that I'm doing any of this. I'll just keep him in the dark until . . . uh . . . whenever I feel like it? Yeeee, I guess that's all I can do.

Alright, it's almost 2:00am and Jackie is already passed-out in bed next to me so I'm gonna crash out anyyy second now. I'm gonna re-watch Charlie Bartlett online again, then try to catch some sleep before getting shipped off to my dad's tomorrow.