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Posted: August 29, 2014, 6:00am PST
Hey, hi, hello. It's me. Long time no see, eh? I'll get you all up to speed soon, don't worry. I moved, yay? And I turned seventeen while I was gone, that's super fucking sick. So here I am, little old me, in a completely new place - it's time for California dreamin', baby.
New school, new me. Kind of. Not really. More like same me, different school, and a new level of shitty eyes, but hey - I'm lucky to be here. But that's not what this post is about; getting myself nearly killed isn't exactly an experience I'd like to retell. So let's just lay down the basic facts:
1) My seven month hiatus from this blog? Yeah, some serious hit happened there. But just like fight club, we don't talk about it. 2) Still me. 3) New school. 4) I'm blind.
I'm not going to get too far into it, but the facts are these - at my old school's prom, I was attacked. (And no, not by lips. Sadly.) It was more like... full on brawl, and I'm not saying that for dramatic effect. So to any of my attackers reading this entry, hiya. Hey. How's it going? I really want to use this one saying, but it's not technically correct...
To hell with it. I'm gonna say it anyway.
You really put the fucking ass in assassin, guys. Like, no joke, you are some serious try-hard pieces of shit. Sorry the jury didn't find the case serious enough to put you on trial as minors because I couldn't testify but hey, I had places to be (mostly in a coma; thanks for that). Have an AWESOME senior year, you fucking dipshits. I hope you get hit by several eighteen wheelers for your birthdays - one wheel for every sad year of your existence.
Anyway. I'm starting at a new school today, and life's decently okay. I mean, I can't see, but I've gotten used to it by now. Hopefully my new classmates won't be freaked out (but who are we kidding, they totally will be). Just to be on the safe side, I made my dad buy me shades to wear. If they can't see my fucked up eyes, maybe they'll play nice.
I'm not really expecting much out of this small town, but I guess I'll have to just wait and see. (You're allowed to laugh at that, cruel hot is some of the finest shit on this planet.) I'm writing this SUPER FUCKING FAST before my dad comes in and tells me to get ready for school, but yeah. Thank the stars for Braille keyboards and voiced autocorrect. I'm not really excited to start at this new place, but anywhere's better than my old one. I'll post about my first day later if you want, once I get home.
(Let's hope I don't fall all over myself. My cane can only go so far in unfamiliar settings.)
Here's to new beginnings, and to not giving a flying shit.
~ S