I've been depraved of The Wiggles for a few days. 

So much homework that I had next to no time to sit down and watch a few minutes of a DVD. I hope I can find time tonight amongst all my homework. Aside from a select few friends, they're the only thing keeping me sane right now!

Not much to report today. Just a lot of homework. I couldn't make an entry yesterday on Anthony's REAL birthday and was really much too busy to do anything so I celebrated it the day before as you can see from the post on May 7th. I still wanna wish him a Happy Birthday again, anyway!

And now, off to Wiggleless homework land... Boooooooo~

Swamped Like The Dickens,

Taylor

P.S. - Tonight's the night I try to persuade my mother and father into letting me meet up with Danielle at King's Island and get the Wiggledancing DVD off Amazon. Sheesh, wish me luck with that duo! ;] I'll need it~

Yep, you got that right!

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Love Always,

Taylor

"Those lying jerkoffs."

I don't think I've ever been this pissed off in my life. On top of some social crap that went down today (not in the mood to post about it) my braces are apparently not ready to come off. Once again, the orthodontists have lied to me about my braces. I'm SICK of being lied to.

Would it kill them to tell me the truth just one time? Freaks.

Anyway, now I've got a two week extention on these freaking things. Lovely! Joy! Oh rapture! DAMN IT.

Last time I went there they didn't even give me a tightening. They just told me to come back on May 4th at 8:30 AM to get them off. Instead, today they put chains across the top and bottom rows. It hurts like hell, is giving me one friggin' monster headache, and I can't chew anything.

They could have given me the chains when I went last time so today I'd be ready to get them off. My father said the only reason they didn't do that was to get one more appointment fee out of us. Those rip-off doctors are so expensive it's insane. Their charges should be criminal.

Okay... I'm done talking about it. Seriously, I'm so sick of having to mention it. This way if I post up the damn story here I can just send my LJ link to my friends. They read it so I don't have to speak. I've been so unlike me today it's scary. Pardon me if I snap at you or something... I don't mean it.

Practically In Tears,

Taylor

P.S. - Orthodontists, BITE ME.

Ugh, I knew that freaking drama llama couldn't possibly stay away too long. God forbid I have one week without something happening.

You're probably wondering what's got me all POed so I'll state it as breifly as I can, being as I really don't want to keep reliving this story...

As you may or may not know, I had that interview with the head of the school today for that story I'm writing in journalism. (It's mentioned in my other entries below.) I'm honored that I got to sit down in the board room of school board rooms where big names in the entire state of New Jersey have once sat. I'll admit it was a bit indimitating. But nevertheless, after he was done talking on the phone the school head came in and talked to me, answering all my questions and then some.

I didn't expect the interview to take more than twenty minutes, but alas it took fourty-five. I had spent all of 3rd period in the big scary board room interviewing a guy who could taint my permanent record with the click of a mouse. Not to mention everything he said completely killed my article... I was going to bash school security for my opinion article and he made that impossible to do.

Nevertehless, once the experience was over (and no, I don't want to do it again) I had to wait for his third secretary to get off the phone. His first and second were out at the moment, so his third had to issue me the pass to go to what was now 4-5th period. (It's a double period. Blech.)

The pass said my destination was room 177 in the Patton Building, but I was to show this to my journalism teacher upstairs in the Anthony Building (where the school head's office was convienently located as well). It was only a short walk away.

We... had a substitute apparently. Instead of my journalism teacher sitting at the desk, it was some very grumpy old lady. Emphasis on grumpy and old. She seemed to hate me from the moment I innocently walked through the door to let her know I was not skipping class, but was at a very important interview for my story.

She didn't even believe me! She thought I skipped class! SHE THOUGHT I FORGED THE PASS I SHOWED HER! She even took the pass and didn't give it back to me becasue she thought, since I had apparently forged this pass, that if she were to show it to the higher-ups in administration I would get some negative points on my school record. THE PASS WAS REAL, LADY. I'M A GREAT STUDENT AND I DON'T APPRICIATE BEING DISSED LIKE THAT.

Anyway, now that she's keeping my pass I can't show it to my Spanish teacher. I told this substitute since I needed to go to Spanish now, she would have to write me a pass so I wasn't marked as late/skipping. Without using the words "go fuck yourself", that's basically what she told me to do. She wrote me a pass but when it came to writing the time on it, she put down 10:00 AM (the time that the bell rings to give you six minutes to get to your next class, in my clase Spanish). Strange, I thought, it's about seven minutes past 10 already.

It didn't take long for me to find out why she was giving me a pass that would do me no good. She didn't want to give me one, and thought I didn't "deserve" one. With that said, she gave me the useless piece of torn paper with the useless pass information written messily in pink highlighter and told me to "go away". I stormed out of the room, stomping all the way over to the Patton Building and slumping into my seat in Spanish.

Ms. Beltran, my Spanish teacher, was a complete saint about it and for that I am completely grateful. Despite the fact that the only pass I had to shower her was a dud, she trusted my words when I told her about the interview and substitute, and told me my lateness would not count against me. "You don't have to worry." Those words I needed to hear.

There was still the fact of the matter that the evil, nameless substitute marked me down as SKIPPING CLASS. Well, that shouldn't be too big of a problem.

My friends had asked me what happened to make me late, so I told them the story minus a lot of details while we walked to Geometry on the other side of the Patton Building. I had finished the tale as we entered the classroom. Being as my teacher was outside the room and heard part of my story, she asked me what had happened.

So - AGAIN - I told the story in brief minus details to her. She told me I don't have to worry about being marked down as skipping my 3rd period journalism class. If I was, she would make sure that did not happen. I have to thank her too for helping my ass get saved.

Well... that's pretty much the end of the story. As of right now I'm a class-skipper (also known as someone who cuts class) and my story for journalism is toast. I can't write it. After weeks of work this interview blew it up. Well, there goes my grade. Darn.

Frustrated and Confused,

Taylor

P.S. - At least my braces come off tomorrow morning at 8:30 AM. That's got to be the only thing keeping me from going nuts right now. And no, my parents told me I can't go to Bamboozle (see previous entry) either. So yeah... it's deffinetly the braces keeping me from going nuts. If I'm going to die, can I at least have the braces off first?