Football and bus rage.

I forgot what was so bad about school until I realized that I looked forward to this weekend since Wednesday fully, anticipating that I would have to use about half of it for homework related purposes.

I went to a football game yesterday and felt like the American Dream in its entirety is sorely overrated. Sports in general utterly bewilder me and football even more so than usual. I had no sweet clue what was going on 99% of the time. I was more amused by timbits and the inflatable noisemaker sticks that I kept using at the wrong times. Eventually just found people to sword fight with them. There were many sword fight related casualties of noisemaker sticks, that night.

Also, the kids on my school bus have been progressively pissing me off more and more. Apparently they mock me all the time, even as lame as when I laugh, I hear people in the back of the bus imitating me. The only reason I can find for their mocking is because I don't hold up to the general mannerisms of a generic suburb kid. I'm not going to lie, I am kind of mean to them occasionally but it's provoked.  One thing I'm glad of, however, is that I actually don't care at all. They don't irk my self esteem in the least. If anything, I feel sad that their lives are so lacking that they get validation from incessantly mocking people who take their bus. Haters gonna hate.

But, damn, are they annoying. I will probably feel a small twinge of victory if I find them working at a gas station in twenty years as I'm moderately successful in my own special, currently undetermined way.

I'm glad I've got to this point fairly early in my life, the point that I couldn't care less that a bunch of asshole strangers don't like me. I know that I'm accepted by the people that matter. I have no idea when I picked up this self esteem, as several years ago this would have hurt me greatly. With all this self esteem, I'm glad that I'm just self deprecating enough that I won't develop too large an ego.
Love,
-J-