So this is a thing…
Dear Diary, today, at school, I was attacked by the anime club.
It was terrifying.
My stupid friend Mary made me wear cat-ears to go with her witch hat(we had a Halloween party, even though Halloween’s not til Sunday), and before I could get to my first period class I was surrounded by a series of morbidly obese wannabe-Asians wearing slutty outfits and badly made wigs.
I don’t even know what they said. It was a mixture of broken Japanese, English with fake Japanese accents and for some fucking reason a Seig Hail or two.
And of course, for some reason, they decided it would be fun to scratch/bite/cut me with various objects. How the hell do they even get away with bringing knives that big to school without someone noticing!?
Fuck my life.
Today, Mom and I went shopping. Halloween was yesterday; I had a lot of fun. Mary dressed up as a vampire instead of a witch, so I escaped the cat ears. I’m paranoid of wearing anything even remotely relatable to the ‘otaku’ subculture since Friday.
Anyways, I think I need to start working out. I put on two pounds over the weekend. Thanks a lot, Halloween candy.
God help me. Jackson bought me one of those manga things for my birthday. It’s called Inuyasha. I won’t even bother trying to pronounce it. There’s this chick in a red dress on the cover with some sailor moon wannabe.
Dear Jackson, you’re a great step dad. But no. Just no. Please?