Life has it's ups and downs

I get so scared sometime.
The thing I'm scared of most in the world is losing myself and those I love and care about.
I lost myself tonight.
There's times when I get so angry, so sad, so upset, that I lose control. I start screaming things I can't even remember, and become something else. It scares me so much, because I don't know what's wrong with me.
Other than that, today was awesome.
Choir was pretty fun, working on pieces that I liked.
Science went by fast, no hw for French, and, best of all:
The lunches switched and now I have C lunch!!
This means I get to hang with some band people, and some orc peeps, and lit friends.
Lolz today at lunch, I traded shoes with a friend cause she was wearing heels and her feet were killing her so I was tottering around in these high heels. After lunch we traded back and I went after my friends, holding my shoes in one hand. (Btw the steps are cold and I recommend at least putting socks on).
So I'm standing by a friend's locker with my other friends putting my shoes and socks on when one of my guy friends takes my backpack and starts walking off. I'm just like whateves, and finish putting my shoes on before running after him. But when I saw where he was headed I started sprinting. I was too late though. He had made it to the boy's bathroom.
I dashed up to the open and yelled "Get out of there motherfucker!!" There were 2 other guys in there, and I know one of them was at a sink but since the sinks and urinals are on the same wall I'm not sure if the other one was peeing or washing his hands or whatever. But anyway, I see my guy friend standing against the wall with my backpack sitting on the floor beside him. So I implore one of my other guy friends to get it, and he goes in followed by another guy friend. My guyfriend says "Aw don't give it to her" and my other guyfriend says "I won't". By this time the other guys have left the bathroom.
My guyfriend grabbed my other guyfriend's backpack and starts walking out. With him distracted, I dash into the guy's bathroom, grab my backpack, and sprint out. We all laughed about that. And what some of them don't know that that's not the worst I've done in that bathroom *Evil Grin*.
But I'm also a bit sad about switching to C lunch because my boyfriend has one of those science classes where it's A lunch Mon-Thur and B lunch Fri. So this means I can't eat lunch with him for about a trimester, not counting early release days, cause I can eat with him then.
And I've also made a startling discovery about my relationship. I'd rather talk with him than read. O.O This is shocking.
Anyway, I've got to quick finish lit and then get ready for bed cause I'm exhausted.
G'night all.

Thanksgiving

Well, here it is again. One of my least favorite holidays.
And it's just going to be worse this year. In addition to all the bickering about which family I have to spend Thanksgiving with, the awful family recipies that I haveto pretend to enjoy, and the endless hours of socializing after, I am now a vegetarian and cannot enjoy my favorite part of this horrible holiday: The Gravy.
The only good thing about it this year is that we get school off, like we do every year. But I have to spend that time with my family, which is not my favorite thing about the holidays. Call me a heartless bitch, but I prefer to love my family from afar. Very, very afar. Like I'm talking several states over afar where I don't have to see them except on major holidays.
I've already expressed displeasurewith my family mulitple times during the lifetime of this blog, and the reasons just keep multiplying. Like this morning, when my mom yelled at me that we were leaving in just over half an hour,andmy sister had to take a shower before me. So when I yelled at my sister to get off the computer and hurry up so I could take a shower, because if she took a long time in the shower, no matter how fast I got ready, I'd be the one yelled at for making people late. So then mom started yelling at both of us, and it just was horrible. And she, of course, blamed me for starting it. Nevermind that she was the one who told me to not get angry with people because it's Thanksgiving. I just get so fed up with my family sometimes.
So now I'm at my grandparents, waiting for my father to come pick me up so I can go over to his family's Thanksgiving, where I shall wait for people to finish stuffing their faces and yammering on about people I don't know so that I can go home.
I am thankful for things though, don't get me wrong. Mostly I'm thankful for my friends, who keep me sane in times like these.
I'm gonna go do something else, like maybe make a poll. The reasults of the last poll are that everyone who voted said their favorite thing about a boy/girl is their smile. Which is very nice, espcially because that means that my readers are not shallow snobs who only care about social standing and how hot people are. So now I shall go and make another poll. Happy Thanksgiving, peace out.