G is for Gangsta, mothafucka

…until Alex told me that, apparently, Enrique Iglesias is starting a smaller condom line, because he’s tiny. We don’t have a link, but just believe it for the sake of it being funny.

Tomorrow: English exam not feeling like it… Because it’s not even worth taking an exam over. I know how to use the Passive Voice and Adverbs, morons… Then I’ll be busy all afternoon studying history. *sniff*

Yesterday was spent being insanely busy for our Media exam… that fucker took about 4 hours… I refuse to touch it now, it’s done and if the teacher doesn’t like it, I’m going to go all black girl and bust a cap in his ass. Srsly.

My family, on my dad’s side, hasn’t called me back to let me know whether their Holy Family accepts my boyfriend at their New Years celebration dinner. And so I’m not going, either. I already have to sit through their torture on Christmas Eve (only because I get money…), it’s bad enough. The reasons I’m very severely pissed off about this are:

- My cousins’ boyfriends joined us IMMEDIATELY.
- they were 15. I’m nearly 18, this is my first serious relationship. I spent ages looking for the right guy. Don’t pester me now, goddamnit, filthy hypocrites.
- They always complain and nag my ears off my head. “Omg! When are you going to take someone with you?! Why don’t you settle down with a nice guy, you’ll never get married like this” (why thank you, idiots).
- My dad’s girlfriend’s kids are going to be there on Christmas Eve, after all of my grandmother’s rants about how “Oh, these are not MY grandchildren! I never wish to see them!” and with everyone knowing the woman’s with my dad for his money. Great selection, fools.

For the record, my boyfriend’s a great guy. He’s honest, smart, sweet, funny, good-looking… He doesn’t have a big mouth and he doesn’t think he’s the shit (which is their main characteristic). They have absolutely no reason for being this vile. They’re talking about me behind my back to other relatives, as if I wouldn’t hear about it. And one thing: I do not wish to be treated like they’ve been treating me for several years now, on Christmas Eve. I will not stand their condescending ways anymore. And I certainly won’t let them continue to treat me as a child who doesn’t know any better: I’m less than 3 months away from being 18 and I do have a mind of my own. Too bad it usually disagrees with hypocrites like they are.

That being said, this is the very last Christmas Eve I will be spending with them. After I got my money and gifts for my 18th birthday, screw them. That’ll be the last time they saw me, ever. That sounds cruel, but they’ve been treating me like shit ever since my parents got divorced. They obviously chose their side and apparently, their grandchildren don’t belong to the family anymore and we aren’t good enough for them. If I were to tell you every little thing they did to me, or my mom and brother, I’d use up all of WordPress’s space.

So, until my next blog: look out for the tiny penis attack by Enrique Iglesias!