Lifestyles part 2

I have bad Karma.

Karma has weird ways of hurting you. Sometimes, it's just like losing your pencil at the wrong time.
Others, it gives you a concussion and then you have to be monitored for a potential brain leak for a entire week. Day in and day out having massive headaches. Vomiting things that you didn't even eat and temporary memory problems.

I used to not believe in Karma until I got my concussion. That's when I realized I was probably gonna get screwed over again and again for a real long time.
I don't really understand the saying "Good things happen to bad people." Maybe it's misquoted and it's really supposed to say "Good things happen to bad people temporarily." That'd make more sense.

I'm a gullible person. I believe almost anything from anyone. Show me some really good forged photos of the world ending in 24 hours and I just might believe you. I may not say it. But I do.

Last night, I believe everything I was told. Were they lying? I can't say.
Am I really cursed? Probably am. Like I said, I have bad Karma, so I wouldn't be so surprised if bad shit happened to me.
That's why I didn't go after the kid who shoved me into the wall when I recovered.
It wasn't his fault, it was mine.

Ugh, I'm probably rambling on and not making any sense anymore. I had this all ready until I stopped to watch Dr.Phil, now I forget everything I was gonna say. It was deep too 🙁

Anyway, I told Victoria off today. I still really like her, but maybe I'm doing the right thing.
One of the hardest things I had to do since…
*sigh*
Growing up really sucks.

I just want to drive. Once I'm 16, I'm getting my permit. And later on, my licence.
I have it all planned out.

I'm gonna go on a road trip to anywhere. I wanna see what it's like living in other places in the world.
See how different people act and look..if there's any difference at all. See all the pretty girls ;). I wanna use my French outside of Quebec, and see what happens.

I like happy-go-lucky people. They can live their lives without a care in the world. No real problems, no hesitations or anything.
That's how I want to live someday. I mean, I've already started I suppose, but I'm still sheltered by my parents and still planning too much or thinking ahead.

Ah well, we'll see when I hit 18.

You know how in some films, when a guy or girl announces they're gay the whole family hates them?
My English teacher said I was gay today.
We're doing this project where we have to put ourselves in someone else's shoes.

So until April 16th. I'm gay. 🙂
The project is pretty cool, some people are Nazis, some are lesbians or gays. Some are Goths,some are homophobes (?).
And our teacher said to try to keep our character until the project is over and we can't tell our parents about the project until he says.

So today I called my mom (she's still on 'vacation') and told her I'm gay. Going back to the movie example, she flipped out, yelled at me and then hung up.
My dad (who doesn't really know me well anyway) was more calm about it, but I can hear him get clammy. Forgot he was religious XD

Despite the abuse of the word "faggot" around this house now, I can't help but smile.

I'm doing so well on this project! 🙂

~Nass