long live the weekend

apart from being a kick ass song by the living end, this title stands for my state of mind. This weekend has been both good and bad, i had work which equals money which means good, but it was slow with nothing to do which equals bad. I saw fracture=good, i went out to a bar but was tired and cranky=bad. Besides i hate the month of august, last august was the worst time of my life, due in large part to what i have come to term the great dad disaster, it was the last time i spoke to my dad, the weeks that followed were a mix of anger and resentment as well as harassment targeted at me, so excuse me if this month i seem a little down. i'll try to not focus on that at all. I'm still working up the courage to tell complete strangers the intricities of my life, i guess its easier when they can't see me. Today i feel like not complaining about my unrelationship with my father but instead about the bitchiness that was

Holly: The High School Years

You see, i attended a private girls only college, and yes it is what you imagine, elitist groups of perfectly groomed girls all putting down each other. School could be a haven or it called be hell, dependent on certain people, i don't understand how we gave them that power. I remember my turning point from, holly the nice girl who got invited out and didn't get glared at every day, i remember quite fondly when conversations didn't abruptly stop when i came near, those were the days. And then it happened, the new years incident. I went to this party and a girls ex boyfriend, key word being ex, hits on me to which i do not respond well, she bugs me about it and i snap at her saying its none of her business, come the school year, i was a social leper. Girls who were once friends now looked at me like something they had just thrown up, that hurt i wont lie but as afterschool special as it sounds, you really do find out who your true friends are. Which for me jsut so happened to be a bunch of guys, which in turn gave me two reputations; Holly the Slut Hoe Bag and Holly the Boyfriend Stealing Whore, neither of which are true. You see to be a bf stealing whore, i would have had to hook up with one of the girls bf's which i never did, and to be a slut hoe bag i would have had to act like them, which i didn't. As far as i know i have never worn a belt and pretended it was a skirt, passed out after looking at a sultana and sirty danced half naked, nope i'm more of the dirty dance fully clothed and jump up and down to living on a prayer type.

Year 12 was the turning point. I was sick of their melodramatic bull shit, so i gave up on them and found people who didn't have the exact same conversation every day. example:

"OMG did you hear?"

"No shit hear what?"

"SHe totally did it with you knwo who"

"no fucking way"

Excuse me while i yawn and then barf, i gag and then vomit, i'm gavomiting. So instead i found conversations that went more like this

"what are you doing this weekend?"

"Nothing, want to catch a movie?"

"Sounds good, we can crash at mine"

notice how that conversation is decipherable in english? Well i thoroughly enjoyed that year and then a beautiful thing happened, i graduated away from the place that housed bitching and boring people and straight into university which held whiny students and political wannabes, meh i'll take them over catholic private school kid whores.