Last night, I realized I was bleeding a little, so, I knew this was going to increase by morning. I asked by drowsy mom where the big pads where, and she replied in the closet.

This morning, my period had indeed increased (this is the worst part). And as usual, my mom's came back, too.
It's possible that all girls hate this, with the pain!

Anyway, it was Girls' Power Group today, and I was supposed to get ready. I had cereal & a sandwhich from Starbucks (with Tobasco). In the bathroom, I saw that my toothbrush was left out again, and this time, it got dirty! I started complaining to my mother about this (but I did not raise my voice), and she just told me (& my Daddy) that I'm PMSing (lol, my Dad doesn't know what that is).
So, now, I just flossed and used Listerine.

On our way to the group, I was reading "Alphabet of Dreams" by Susan Fletcher (an author who I once got a chance to talk to, since I read "Shadow Spinner"). I was feeling upset, so, when we got there, I still stayed in the car for a couple more seconds until my mom told me to get out. When I did, I wanted to continue reading, when my mom told me to stop - probably so I could look where I was going.

When we went inside, I noticed something differant: There were new girls, and not the girl from Cleveland High, whom I got along with.
I wrote my fake name, Christine, on a name tag, and walked over to a table where a girl was painting a giant purple circle on her paper. I wanted to paint also, so, I got a piece of paper, thin brush, and purple paint. I painted Farrah Fawcett, in her famous red swimsuit poster. The head was okay, I tried to show expression in the eyes, and did my best at a feminime body.

Then, two girls who were at Group last time showed up. At the table I was sitting at, a lady asked each of us what we were interested in. I said I wanted to learn how to draw better - in manga. She was surprised, telling me that the girls who just showed up could help me with that.

I was getting to Farrah's hair when one of those girls showed up. Since she was just told that I wanted to learn how to draw manga, and now looked at my painting, she went " Oh... You're going to need to take classes..."
I was like, "'Classes'?" because my mom told me that her mom had said that she learned how to draw all by herself. What the hell was she saying? She didn't like my style of art?! This was a paintbrush, so, of course I wouldn't be able to draw manga eyes well!
Plus, I painted Farrah's thighs & chest in inspiration from 's style!

The girl sitting next to me asked me if I was painting a mermaid, and I said no. I told her she was an actress named Farrah, who died, because she was very sick. I liked how she told me she looked like Ariel. I then wrote 'FARRAH FAWCETT' on the side - others said they liked it.

In group time, the 2 anime/manga experts said that they're very good at their abilities - one of them said that they're dream career is to go to Japan and prove to the Japanese people that... whatever, you might get it . It seemed as if they were interrupting me at some point.
When it was snack time, I noticed that the orange-ish popcorn, Cheez its, and unfiltered water was not what I wanted (last time, we had cookies and juice).
When it was time to come back, I noticed that one of them had some manga ("Inuyasha"). I asked if I could look at them. She said, no, because those were her most prized possessions.

After half-listening to a tale called "Stone Soup" - about three soldiers staying at a village - I said that one of my favorite books I've read was "Coraline" by Neil Gaiman. I told them I wasn't impressed by the movie, so, then, I decided to read the book. I loved the book alot better, and wondered why they changed so much in the movie -- But before this conversation could continue, I was interrupted by one of the ladies, starting a new one.

The next activity seemed to drag on. We were playing Hangman. I, bored to death, repeatedly scratched the table (in which one of the girls told me to stop, but the lady said to tell me in a polite way). Then, it was one of the manga experts' chance to play.

For some odd reason, the lady then told us to write something special that would cheer us up whenever we're down on a note. I, maybe trying to prove the anime/manga experts wrong, drew an MJ picture on a piece of paper with a Sharpie. They didn't notice, but others did.

Since this was a picture I've already drawn before, I crumpled it up a little. But then decided to just fold it.
On a note, I just drew myself, looking tired, with baggy eyes and messy hair. One of the ladies asked "Is that Michael Jackson again?"
I said no, and she replied "Oh, good." ()
I folded the note and tossed it under the table, along with the other gummy bears.

Then, a woman asked if I could draw her. I would've, but then she pointed out that my mom was already here, so, maybe next time.

I felt insulted from the manga experts, feeling that I really didn't have good drawing skills, unlike what my family (and some classmates at school) have said.
As we went back & drove in the van, I wanted to cry.
I felt as depressed as this: [link]

I just told my mom that the group was very short and boring. But she said that this was just an introduction from Summer vacation.

Oh, and my Farrah Fawcett painting is stuffed in one of the pockets of our van now.