My life isn't all that interesting; as if that's supposed to catch your attention and keep you from clicking out of this blog. I'm a home-schooled 9th grade student who doesn't do her work, wastes her days by reading scanlations she's downloaded off manga sites, does NOT get out much at all, lives an hour and a half away from all her friends (who don't really seem like they mind my existence much anyway), and plans on failing American Gov. because she'll be moving to Canada in a matter of months.

July 6th: Mom set the date. Whoa, mind-blow, huh? Ya see, I'm REALLY behind in Prealgebra. I haven't done it since Octover. ::gasp:: I know. It's pathetic. I'm almost done with English Honors, completely done with Health, not really done with Biology but I gave up on that class long ago, and am pretty behind on American Gov. but who cares because I don't plan on living in America again after I migrate to Canada with my family. It's like what're the administrators of my next school in Canada gonna say when they see I've failed American Gov.? "Welp, I see your GPA fell drastically because you failed your former country's class on their politcal system...so, uh, do we put you in Canadian Gov. now or what?" My teacher for that class is a douche bag, anyway. He seems really into the American system. I'd be at ease if I actually knew what party he supported.

I don't know, it's one of my character flaws. I can't fully respect you if you aren't liberal minded, which I'm sure is what conservatives think as well. There's really no excuse for being a conservative in my book. Even if you've sorted out all the logistics for why you think the way you do and why you support president Bush, you're just not seeing the big picture. I'm an independent liberal...there's really no other way to put it. Liberal and democrat and two separate things entirely: I rather loathe democrats to be frank. Liberal independents tend to be more pissed off with the government, and I can't fathom as to HOW Republicans are always pissed off. I mean you basically control the government already, what's they're left to get your raunchy panties in a twist?!

But anyway. I don't like to debate with others about my beliefs because I already know what they're going to say, no matter how open-minded they might be about their conservatism. It's always this circular, redundant conversation filled with spiteful words and restrained sarcasm...I really give up. And whenever I get into some political debate with someone, I always don't want them to get pissed off with me so I just nod my head and pretend to be at an understanding with them anyway...even when I'm thinking, "Oh my Buddha somebody stuff a Confederate flag down your blubbering mouth you fascist fucktard because you obviously have no idea what you're talking about." But this is usually with the stupid conservatives. There are intelligent ones out there, but...not really.

Yeah, okay, I'm a bleeding heart. I can cry at the drop of a pin if the mood's right, like if I read ANY manga (Japanese graphic novels to the clueless) that has one of my supposed favorite characters, a character I've grown to love, cheating on his lover/love that was JUST about to confess to him (COUGH, Parfait Tic..), I swear to Buddha I will start bawling into my teddy bear, Tax. It really hurts whenever something like that happens because it only summons really bad memories for me from my past. Three years ago my Dad cheated on my Mom with several other women, but although we've gotten over it now (well, I guess not fully) and Mom didn't divorce him because of financial reasons (not to mention he tried comitting suicide and got put in a psych-ward after Mom kicked him out for a week, a WEEK), my sisters and I have dealt with it in our own fucked up ways. Ally, my older 17-year-old sis, hates men. I guess she's always sort of hated them, but I think the whole 'Dad' thing really pushed her to the limit. She plays them unknowingly and plots her sadist revenge on guys who just don't get the picture (well, let's just say she flirts with other guys and acts condescending towards aforementioned males who still think they like her). Celina, my younger 12-year-old sis, is really distant and acts dorky to make up for her awkwardness towards us.

I, on the other hand, am fine with males. In fact, I love them...well, maybe that's just gay guys, then. I love yaoi but I'm not some slobbering fangirl: I just REALLY like bishounen and biseinen gettin' their groove on together. I like cute guys and scout them whenever I can, but I'll never feed into their egotism by giving them my possitive attention (so far...). Yet, in the midst of all that, if a guy cheats on his girlfriend...it's over. I think I'd kill a guy if he EVER cheated on me, and Ally agrees. When we're older, we told Celina that we're all gonna have a speed dial to contact all of us at once if a guy EVER does anything to one of us: emotionall and/or physically. You should've seen my mom go crazy on my dad when she found out he tried making contact with his former....'mistress' like the second to last day of school for the 7th grade (for me, that is). Well, I didn't actually SEE her do it, but they told me when I got home from school that she throttled him and took the dartboard he bought them for their anniversary out to the parking lot and smashed it to bits. She later regretted taking her anger out on such a nice dartboard and bought another one of the same type after the clouds cleared. But this is besides the point. Point being, my mom gave us her indignant, strong blood, so if a guy EVER brought us any harm...well, let's just say I fear the outcome would leave me in jail. Heh heh, forget I said that...

Wait, this is all besides the point, too. I'm moving to Canada, there we go. My sisters and I call it Canadia out of some humourous spite; I think when one of Ally's friends said she was a half-Canadian from Canadia. I forget it's lineage, but whatever, it's Canadia now. I don't think blog entries are supposed to be this long, but whatever.

Hey, I'm not REALLY so formal and blah, seriously. I'm usually funny, LOVE cute things, and sarcastic, but since this is my first blog entry on my life...well, yeah. I guess I'll chronologize my slow journey to Vancouver (Burnaby?), Canada and the days leading up to it. You know, I guess I do have a somewhat interesting life....

It's just INREDIBLY uneventful. That doesn't mean it's entirely boring, though, or that I'm unhappy with my social life. People can't seem to wrap their minds around the fact that I like being alone. In fact, I PREFER it. I think this whole home-schooling experience has taught me a lot about myself and the world around me. It's allowed me to grow an unshallow, optimstic mind while retaining it's realistic outlook. I think everyone needs to be secluded at some point in their lives to truly understand and appreciate the world around them...especially themselves. I can't stand people with low self-esteems. LOVE yourself, and fix the things about you that you don't like in reflection. It might take sometime (internally and externally), but it's always worth it. Self-value is ALWAYS necessary to continue a healthy mental growth, but don't let it get out of hand...like you're not some dogmatist, okay?

Psychologist Brandi is gonna take a break now. Hopefully in my next entry I won't be as serious...but this isn't my journal, though. I already have one (in a document), this is just a half-Canadian's update on her pilgrimage to the great north.

Welp, here's hoping Canada doesn't blow. Cheers!

-Grimster