Election Day!

Today's the day us people 18 and older get together and do what our founding fathers intended us to do: battle to the death over the selected Senators! (I'm wearing chain mail just in case...did I spell that right?) After school Nick and I are walking over to the fire station to cast our votes. No big deal, I'm super excited though. Maybe I'll get to see Mrs. Fischer! She was my old government teacher and I loved her to death, not to mention I was her favorite. (Probably the only reason I passed that class!)



Lately Taylor's on this binge where I'm going to leave him for my old friend, Jamie. It offends me that he would just think I would get up and leave him. Seriously, I don't make plans regarding the future and then just throw them away. Remember in the summer when I said that I didn't want to get caught up, in fear that I would be let down again? Well, I'm pretty damn excited for our future, so obviously you did something to the point where I trust that I will be with you for a long time, maybe forever? There's just something about Taylor that feels solid, even though he fears that he can't take care of me. Bullock. Just by being there for me he is taking care of me.


I seriously wanted to shoot myself in the head during Psy class yesterday. We talked about sex, and of coarse the teacher was excited and eager to get started. First he gave us a list of true and false questions regarding mostly what percent of gender did what and whether or not they liked it. (Can you believe that there are people in America that are 97 years old and still sexually active!? I want to be dead by then!) Some of the answers just had to be false, how could they not be? Ben saw what I was marking, and immediately took the initiative of saying I was wrong, he was a guy so he would know. I looked at him kinda angrily, I wasn't the most experienced which made it the most awkward, everyone around me was saying their opinions on things, whether they liked it or not. Hell, I had to go by my morals. The question was basically whether or not guys liked to perform oral sex more than women. ( The stats came to, yes, men did.) That's stupid, why would they? I immediately thought of Taylor but had to shake that out of my head, I hurt enough already due to other discussions. Ben said that it was true. "I go through every letter of the alphabet in cursive, and when I find her favorite letter, I repeat it". He smiled dumbly at me, I wanted to slaughter him right then and there. How dare he talk about such things in front of me, in public. Then Taylor was pushing the subject of it later on when I let it slip. I'm not going to go on about why something was awkward if it was awkward. Sheesh.



To make things more interesting, Taylor's little brother, Cameron, knows about my supposed "pregnancy". Hm. That can be disastorous. I told Taylor to tell Cam that it was simply a rumor, but I'm naturally in the dark because I never know what's going on in that house until it comes back bite me. Not very fair on my end. Taylor's accused of just coming over to get laid, which hasn't happened. Who accused him? None other than Lisa (Shannon will be familiar with this name) the 30 some year old who lives with them. Taylor says she doesn't move out because of health problems and his mother likes her. Well, there's homes for people like that, and hey, they can still be friends. She shouldn't be harping on him when she can't even take care of herself. Get life alert for hell sakes.



I'm decided to write about everything in one blog post instead of my average two a day. Here goes more ranting since I don't like to talk about such things in person. On to a topic that I have tried and tried to keep out of my written journal; since I don't want to taint the opinion of Taylor to my future readers. A daughter, best friend, or my own husband perhaps. It shall commence here. Taylor making up reasons to beat the crap out of Felicias ex. You know those myspace bulletin questions that ask: "Does it upset you if people hate you for no reason?", if I recall correctly, he always said that it never bugged him. Hell, it doesn't bug me either. But now Taylor says he plans on hunting down her ex and beating him up simply because the ex doesn't like how Taylor supposedly looks at Felicia. Now, I might be going crazy, but I remember telling Taylor that I didn't like how he interacted with her either. It's not his responsibility to take care of her, she has a love interest now, congrats new love interest you're the proud new owner of a problem causer! Unnecessary stress, I've had enough of it. Now he's choosing to get caught up in things that I specifically told him he was going to get caught up in. The flute section is not his responsibility to protect, he has mistaken what I've been telling him for the past year, I meant he needs to stay in the flute section because he is the only male. It's his job to make flutes look like an equal opportunity employer. There's no reason to quit just because you're male, that's weakness.