HAAAYY go Ate it's ya birthday lol.. I'm glad you found out who that punk was...

That's another thing everyone in our family has in common; we're all so cocky.  We get it from our parents.  UGhHH.. We've gotten so used to them that we're becoming them.  They always lead from one subject to another when we're in trouble, so 9 out of ten times, they win the argument.  We go from me throwing up to "What you think you can live on your own now?"  We went from me in the bathroom on the phone to "What do you wana marry this guy?"  And now we wind up doing it to each other and our boyfriends and our children and on and on we go now.

Finals weren't all that bad, though lately I've decided not to take choir again.  Singing isn't my thing.  I've wasted 15 years doing it thinking I can.  When really, why spend the rest of my life loving and hoping I can do something I obviously really can't?  Sigh...That's just one of the bad sides of being spoiled.

My French teacher is..hmm I dunno how to explain... not smart enough for the job...

She gave us a study guide and allowed us one notecard for the final.  The final was pretty easy in the beginning, but I really think she made the study guide before looking through the real test.  It's pissing the hell outta me.  I listed everything I didn't know, and most of the test was the part she never told us to study for.  Oh yeah everything was on it EXCEPT::

1. The numbers 1-100 she made us study
2. The colors she made us study
3. The seasons she made us study
4. The days of the week she made us study
5. The months of the year she made us study
6. The descriptions of people she made us study

I could go on.  And the worst part of it was that my parents still don't believe the problem isn't me.  Honestly, yeah, I talk in class, I'm loud in class.  But I follow her stupid rules.  I can never hear or understand what she's saying.  From what I understand, she failed people for stupid reasons and people still say she's a bad teacher.  If my parents really called her, she'd make it sound as if I'm the one who isn't cooperating.  She's not teaching right.  And what my parents don't understand either is that the only reason she's the French teacher at my school is because they can't find a French teacher.  It's so hard to find any.  My parents aren't getting it.

Last night ** *** told me to take care of CKay today.  I answered "Mmmhmm," as I was getting my stuff out of the room.  And from then on, the conversation tangled into "Why do you keep talking like a black girl?!  YES ***."  I told him "Black girls don't talk like that...white girls do." And still... My *** kept confronting me because I hated my white-washed-trynna-be-black community, and then it was because he thinks I'm trying to act black when:

1. I'm not standing straight [when really my stomach hurts or my feet hurt]
2. When I'm listening to 'rap' [when it's Mariah Carey or even christian which he doesn't care about]
3. When I'm not talking right [it's not my fault my white friends influenced me to say OKAY when I'm mad.  and you can't blame me when I'm getting HIT and SCREAMING]

I'm really irritated.  Everything we talk about is an argument.  It's like he gets jealous at everything, and he doesn't even care about my birthday.

I'm thankful for what he does, I really am, but he needs to quit it.

I'm so spoiled.