You Want A Blog Post? I'll Give You A Blog Post.

bethany told me that i don't blog enough anymore. well, fine! i'll take time away from my obviously busy schedule to type up another halfhearted blog post. here goes it.

i've started driver's ed. today was my first day to actually drive for the class, and since i've only driven three times before, the class was nerve-wracking. ashley was my driving buddy, and she went first. her only mistakes: the instructor told her to take a left and she took a right, and she wasn't the greatest at parking. i wasn't confident about my turn at all, so for the first twenty minutes i only had to do figure 8's in the high school parking lot. ashley said she had never felt like she was going to die in a parking lot before today. yeah, i'm that bad. after doing backwards figure 8's (that would be pretty cool if someone who could actually drive did it), the instructor directed me onto the road. my turns are too sharp, i don't slow down enough before stopping at stop signs, i'm not confident, i don't use the hand-over-hand thing that i should, i don't give parked cars enough room (the instructor cursed at me!), and according to ashley, i mumble to myself at all times. for my last turn, i started losing focus and ended up taking a right turn onto the highway when i was supposed to go straight, so all of our hearts were fluttering and the instructor was angry. ashley's second turn had been perfectly fine, of course. they went on the interstate and she listened to him and paid attention to everything and was fine with going sixty-five miles per hour and you suck, ashley. but it's not all bad! i am very happy that i didn't kill anybody. my goal was to only kill one person, hopefully myself (i wouldn't be able to live with the guilt of killing someone else).

hmm, what else? oh, i'm grounded. i didn't to a paper in weight training, so i'm failing the class. first off: who does papers for weight training? secondly: who cares what my grade is? it's weight training. thirdly: the paper isn't worth anything anymore; how am i supposed to raise the grade? hmm, i guess maybe i could get half credit at the most if i begged, but that's still an 'F' on the paper. of course i've tried to convince my mother to not ground me... i tried the obvious "weight training doesn't affect my GPA," but she doesn't care. weight training matters, apparently. so i tried "even if i do the assignment, i'll still be failing. will you unground me anyway?" of course not. "i won't start screaming, 'i love him, i love him!' at you, but i do enjoy hanging out with evan and i will be sad if you ground me from him." nothing. mom's more stubborn than i am, and that takes a lot. but the fact that we're both stubborn as hell doesn't make this easy on either of us. i've got a more easy-going way of confronting her, with chuckles and smiles and heaps of my sense of humor, but she doesn't understand that kind of humor and thinks that i am going out of my way to make her angry (who even does that?). she, on the other hand, just gets pissed off. there are no chuckles or smiles, and there's only humor if she's laughing at my misfortune. she said something along the lines of, "danielle, if you steal from a gas station, you go to jail. you knew the rules, you broke them. this is jail. there are consequences." oh, isn't she clever. so of course i told her, "yes, mother, if you steal from a gas station, you go to jail. but you only stay for a fair amount of time and are released accordingly." but she thinks this is fair. you want to know what i'm grounded from? i'll tell you. the computer, the phone, my friends, walks, favorite snacks. mom says that i'm grounded from "whatever makes you happy." nice, right?

basically, all i've got left is television. i hate television, and she knows it! goddamn her! see, it's just her that is the problem. dad doesn't really care. he was the first to tell me that i was grounded, but he went, "you're failing weight training, so you're grounded, starting next week." when mom found out, it changed. "what? she's not grounded next week, she's grounded now. evan shouldn't even be here." so evan sat in the other room while mom and i went at it. i know i've done wrong, i do, and i understand that there are consequences. but being grounded for the rest of the school year, because of weight training? it's WEIGHT TRAINING! and i told mom, "do you know what they do to you when you fail weight training? they put you in the class every day the next semester. isn't that punishment enough?" but she ignored me completely. no acknowledgment. i just love it when she does that, and she does it often. she told me once that my opinion doesn't matter because i'm a teenager. because teenagers are just so much different from everyone else, you know.

yes, i'm aware that i'm sounding quite melodramatic, but keep in mind that i have been just about the happiest person alive recently and most of what i say is laced with sarcasm. i am still quite euphoric, and i intend to have a plan at some point. i can still have fun, regardless of what my mother wants. maybe i'll convince her somehow. maybe i'll turn in the paper and then clean the whole house, and she'll let me be ungrounded for a weekend or something. maybe i'll bribe her. i've thought about pointing a gun at my own head, but i don't think that's very convincing, so i've thought about pointing one at her head, but i haven't got the nerve and she would send me away (because she just doesn't get my sense of humor, ha-ha. that means i'm kidding, people). i'm sure everything will work out just fine. i have a good feeling about this. i'll do what i can (and some of what i can't) to enjoy myself. i guess i'll be playing a lot of super smash brothers until i'm grounded from that, and then i'll... i'll... I WILL NEVER COMMIT TO WATCHING TELEVISION, GODDAMN IT! I ONLY WATCH IT WITH FRIENDS, AND I DON'T PAY ATTENTION TO IT. I WILL NEVER USE IT FOR ENTERTAINMENT, AUUUGH! i'll read a book or something. :D