Well today was senior luau, which is an event made only for seniors (12th graders), and it was fun. Sort of. Kinda like a pool party.
Me and my two friends got there, and they ate, I just drank some horchata (a drink made from rice powder and cinnamon, yum) hardcore horchata right there! Hahaha!
We spent the rest of the time talking and taking pictures (alot of pictures) although I really, really wanted to dance. This is strange, because for one, I rarely dance. But i just got into a dancing mood, and both my friends were all like "Yeah, I'm down!"
But they kept coming up with stupid excuses not to dance. "I want her to go with me!" "I don't like that kind of music!" "OMG, lets wait for her!"
GRRRR!! It got to the fucking point where I started getting annoyed, and began speaking harshly. Then another excuse, when our other friend came over, my friend started talking about recent drama, which I was totally sucked into. Then we went over to the pool and put our feet in the water, which was alright.
But it really, really annoyed me.
Then my mom called me, saying she was picking me up in like twenty-twenty five minutes. This got me even more annoyed. I just separated from my friends and began texting. That's how pissed I was. But the my friend (who had come late!) was like, "come on! Let's dance!"
So we did, THEN the other two joined us, and it was fun.
Until I had to leave. :(
But it was alot of fun, drama or no drama.
How ever, there was this really funny part where this guy and this girl were dancing (meaning he was behind her and she was grinding and shaking her ass into his crotch) and he was all getting into it, and she was texting, looking bored.
It was just fucking hilarious! Hahahaha!
Ugh, well I'm gonna go knock out. C ya!! Lawl.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Saturday, July 25, 2009
I put the "Awe" in "Awesome"...
I feel like a complete and utter failure.
I couldn't finish my JulNoWriMo. I just have way too much to do. I mean, I'm trying out for Academic Decathlon so I'm at school from 7:00 to 7:00. Twelve hours!! Plus my AP homework and my Algebra sequel class. Ugh. Just too much, especially since I feel uninspired to write. I'm simply too tired.
I've even cut back on my blogging.
But on the good news, I got my iPod!! YAY! It's black and has an inscription on the back. It cost me 273 dollars.
LOL! I've been ripping CDs ever since I found out my computer is able to do it. I've ripped Depeche Mode CDs, homemade CDs, borrowed CDs, CDs from the library, I've just been going crazy. Hahaha!
I discovered Velvet Revolver. I need Contraband!! I want it!! I tried ripping it, but its scratched as fuck. Ugh.
Listening to: American Man by Velvet Revolver
I've been reading the House of Night series because my friend has threatened me into reading it. LOL! For teenage vampires, it's pretty good. Nothing like Twatlight, and besides, the charactirization is pretty good, as is the story. It's not that predictable, although some parts are, but then again I have years of trying to predict what's going to happen in books, so it's all cool.
I need to start reading "Turn Coat" because I got it today. From the library.
Ugh. Too tired to continue.
:D
Lollipops and kinky sex games!! ;P
BTW: For those that don't know what Academic Decathlon is, the following link. Visit:
Lawl(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Academic_Decathlon)
I couldn't finish my JulNoWriMo. I just have way too much to do. I mean, I'm trying out for Academic Decathlon so I'm at school from 7:00 to 7:00. Twelve hours!! Plus my AP homework and my Algebra sequel class. Ugh. Just too much, especially since I feel uninspired to write. I'm simply too tired.
I've even cut back on my blogging.
But on the good news, I got my iPod!! YAY! It's black and has an inscription on the back. It cost me 273 dollars.
LOL! I've been ripping CDs ever since I found out my computer is able to do it. I've ripped Depeche Mode CDs, homemade CDs, borrowed CDs, CDs from the library, I've just been going crazy. Hahaha!
I discovered Velvet Revolver. I need Contraband!! I want it!! I tried ripping it, but its scratched as fuck. Ugh.
Listening to: American Man by Velvet Revolver
I've been reading the House of Night series because my friend has threatened me into reading it. LOL! For teenage vampires, it's pretty good. Nothing like Twatlight, and besides, the charactirization is pretty good, as is the story. It's not that predictable, although some parts are, but then again I have years of trying to predict what's going to happen in books, so it's all cool.
I need to start reading "Turn Coat" because I got it today. From the library.
Ugh. Too tired to continue.
:D
Lollipops and kinky sex games!! ;P
BTW: For those that don't know what Academic Decathlon is, the following link. Visit:
Lawl(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Academic_Decathlon)
Sunday, July 19, 2009
A weekend in the life...
I'm supposed to be doing homework, but I won't tell if you won't.
:D
Okay, to start off, I hate freshmen. I hate them, detest them. Little immature bastards.
I have a service period (which doesn't mean what you think it means, Sarah! :D) which is when the school decides they need free labor, and they choose students who are actually passing, instead of the little ghetto gangsta/paisa failures who are going to remain lower working class forever, and are never going to leave the surroundings of my current high school. So i have to provide free labor for my art teacher, which is all cool, I have people there and the teacher is really cool. I also have to supervise all of the students and make sure they don't completely fuck up what ever they're doing.
So, on Friday, when I was doing this and I was busy, the teacher puts one of my friends, a very nice girl, who finished her sketch book already, and have her help a freshman who came in late this semester. When the teacher tells her this he basically means "make sure he doesn't fuck up" as I mentioned before hand. So I'm busy, helping kids stitch the papers together for their sketchbooks, helping kids get caught up, while my friend is helping a kid who completely fucked up his first try.
So I go to my other friend, who is sitting in the back, watching me work and catching up, and the kid and my previously mentioned friend are there, in which she's practically doing the work for him. So I ask her:
"Um...what are you doing," seeing as she was folding the papers for him.
She looks at me and keeps folding. "I'm helping him make his signatures." So I look at the kid, who's slouching in his chair and just watching her work.
"Well stop doing it for him," I tell her, and walk over, grabbed a stack of paper and plopped it in front of the kid. "Here, count ten pieces, fold, and repeat. Four times."
I walk away to go help some more people. About a few minutes later the kid is done (and he still had help from my friend, grrr...) I walk over to my other friend at the other side of the table, and start talking to her.
"Hay, can you get me a ruler?" The kid asks me.
"Get it yourself." I tell him.
"I don't know where they are." He replies.
I look at him like he's a fucking retard. The drawing class is the easiest class ever, you don't have to look for anything you need to make a sketch book. Just look around and you're bound to find one. So yes, he is a retard.
"They're right there." I point to the table.
"Oh." He tells me. "But can you get it for me?"
"No." I said, my 'mean' smile forming on my face. "Besides that was such a stupid question that if I could, I would smack you across the head for it. However," I continued, "what you can do is slide the chair back from the table, get up, walk your lazy ass to where the rulers are, get one, then sit your ass back down."
"Don't you just love how he is?" My friend, who is helping the brat asks my other friend, and the both laugh. I conceal my smile and walk away, looking for more people to help, because I'm just that nice.
I come back about five or so minute later, and my friend is being taken advantage of, yet again, seeing as she was poking the holes for the stitches for the kid, and I got mad.
"Why are you doing his work for him?" I asked her.
"Ugh! I just want him to finish and go away!" She told me, exasperated.
I growled a little, and walked over there, yanking the awl from her hands. I handed it to the kid. "Here. Poke holes in your damned sketchbook." And I walked off to help my other friend who was at the neighboring table.
While I'm helping my friend, the kid pokes me.
"You need to not touch me." I told him, concentrating on my friend.
"So?" The kid replied. He so wanted to get cracked across the face.
I ignored him, and continued talking to my friend, who had been asking about her sketchbook, but was now looking at the freshman weirdly.
He decided to poke me again.
"Don't fucking touch me!" I growled. I batted his hand away, and moved from his reach.
That was the end of that. I ignored him for the remainder of the period (which was 5 minutes) and just did other stuff.
When the period is over, and the art teacher tells us to tell my friend to not help the ungrateful brat, my friend tells me:
"You know what he told me?" She asks.
"What?" I seethed.
"The kid asked me: The service worker is acting all weird around me, I think he's trying to hit on me." She said. "So I told him, how is he going to be hitting on you if he's with me!?" She laughed. "It was funny."
This made me "lol" internally. "Yeah, funny." But I still could not get rid of my murderous rage. The kid just made me get mad, beyond pissed. He was just lucky I was holding it in.
Fucking freshmen.
Anymoo, yesterday I went to downtown LA, a part of my home city that I did not know. I went to Macy's plaza with my mom, to Borders so I could buy some books. It was cool, even if I did end up spending money. I bought "Dead Witch Walking" by Kim Harrison, "Night Shift" by Lilith Saintcrow, and "Something from the Nightside" by Simon R. Green.
After that we walked along 7th street, to an old cafeteria she used to eat at, back when she was in her late teens/early twenties. It was cool...The restaurant, called Clifton's was decorated with an "Alaskan" decor, very woodsy, bordering on tacky, but it definitely worked. It's been there, part of downtown Los Angeles since 1931. Can you say, WOW.
I liked it, though. Spending time with my mom, her showing me around parts of Los Angeles county I didn't know. So she's resolved that we're gonna bus it to different places, so I can learn to navigate, and be able to get out of the hell hole where I live.
It's fun.
BTW: Sorry for the long post. LOL. I didn't mean for my story to be that long. Hahahaha! No quote today. :D
:D
Okay, to start off, I hate freshmen. I hate them, detest them. Little immature bastards.
I have a service period (which doesn't mean what you think it means, Sarah! :D) which is when the school decides they need free labor, and they choose students who are actually passing, instead of the little ghetto gangsta/paisa failures who are going to remain lower working class forever, and are never going to leave the surroundings of my current high school. So i have to provide free labor for my art teacher, which is all cool, I have people there and the teacher is really cool. I also have to supervise all of the students and make sure they don't completely fuck up what ever they're doing.
So, on Friday, when I was doing this and I was busy, the teacher puts one of my friends, a very nice girl, who finished her sketch book already, and have her help a freshman who came in late this semester. When the teacher tells her this he basically means "make sure he doesn't fuck up" as I mentioned before hand. So I'm busy, helping kids stitch the papers together for their sketchbooks, helping kids get caught up, while my friend is helping a kid who completely fucked up his first try.
So I go to my other friend, who is sitting in the back, watching me work and catching up, and the kid and my previously mentioned friend are there, in which she's practically doing the work for him. So I ask her:
"Um...what are you doing," seeing as she was folding the papers for him.
She looks at me and keeps folding. "I'm helping him make his signatures." So I look at the kid, who's slouching in his chair and just watching her work.
"Well stop doing it for him," I tell her, and walk over, grabbed a stack of paper and plopped it in front of the kid. "Here, count ten pieces, fold, and repeat. Four times."
I walk away to go help some more people. About a few minutes later the kid is done (and he still had help from my friend, grrr...) I walk over to my other friend at the other side of the table, and start talking to her.
"Hay, can you get me a ruler?" The kid asks me.
"Get it yourself." I tell him.
"I don't know where they are." He replies.
I look at him like he's a fucking retard. The drawing class is the easiest class ever, you don't have to look for anything you need to make a sketch book. Just look around and you're bound to find one. So yes, he is a retard.
"They're right there." I point to the table.
"Oh." He tells me. "But can you get it for me?"
"No." I said, my 'mean' smile forming on my face. "Besides that was such a stupid question that if I could, I would smack you across the head for it. However," I continued, "what you can do is slide the chair back from the table, get up, walk your lazy ass to where the rulers are, get one, then sit your ass back down."
"Don't you just love how he is?" My friend, who is helping the brat asks my other friend, and the both laugh. I conceal my smile and walk away, looking for more people to help, because I'm just that nice.
I come back about five or so minute later, and my friend is being taken advantage of, yet again, seeing as she was poking the holes for the stitches for the kid, and I got mad.
"Why are you doing his work for him?" I asked her.
"Ugh! I just want him to finish and go away!" She told me, exasperated.
I growled a little, and walked over there, yanking the awl from her hands. I handed it to the kid. "Here. Poke holes in your damned sketchbook." And I walked off to help my other friend who was at the neighboring table.
While I'm helping my friend, the kid pokes me.
"You need to not touch me." I told him, concentrating on my friend.
"So?" The kid replied. He so wanted to get cracked across the face.
I ignored him, and continued talking to my friend, who had been asking about her sketchbook, but was now looking at the freshman weirdly.
He decided to poke me again.
"Don't fucking touch me!" I growled. I batted his hand away, and moved from his reach.
That was the end of that. I ignored him for the remainder of the period (which was 5 minutes) and just did other stuff.
When the period is over, and the art teacher tells us to tell my friend to not help the ungrateful brat, my friend tells me:
"You know what he told me?" She asks.
"What?" I seethed.
"The kid asked me: The service worker is acting all weird around me, I think he's trying to hit on me." She said. "So I told him, how is he going to be hitting on you if he's with me!?" She laughed. "It was funny."
This made me "lol" internally. "Yeah, funny." But I still could not get rid of my murderous rage. The kid just made me get mad, beyond pissed. He was just lucky I was holding it in.
Fucking freshmen.
Anymoo, yesterday I went to downtown LA, a part of my home city that I did not know. I went to Macy's plaza with my mom, to Borders so I could buy some books. It was cool, even if I did end up spending money. I bought "Dead Witch Walking" by Kim Harrison, "Night Shift" by Lilith Saintcrow, and "Something from the Nightside" by Simon R. Green.
After that we walked along 7th street, to an old cafeteria she used to eat at, back when she was in her late teens/early twenties. It was cool...The restaurant, called Clifton's was decorated with an "Alaskan" decor, very woodsy, bordering on tacky, but it definitely worked. It's been there, part of downtown Los Angeles since 1931. Can you say, WOW.
I liked it, though. Spending time with my mom, her showing me around parts of Los Angeles county I didn't know. So she's resolved that we're gonna bus it to different places, so I can learn to navigate, and be able to get out of the hell hole where I live.
It's fun.
BTW: Sorry for the long post. LOL. I didn't mean for my story to be that long. Hahahaha! No quote today. :D
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Long Time, No Blog!
Okay, it's been absolutely forever since I decided to actually sit down and blog and not just a random quickie. :P
Because, for some unknown and obscure reason, you guys don't comment my quickies! This means you Sarah! And you Stephen! And you Daniel! And the rest of you who names escape me at the moment! Grrrr... (ooh! You too Jazmin and Mathilde! And Angel! :P) Is that everyone....?
Anyways, alot's been going on recently. I started school, since I have a year-round schedule because I'm inner-city and all my ghetto-ass schools are over-crowded. Fun. I've been staying three extra hours after school for decathlon practice, and i need to make up a whole bunch of annoyingly useless classes to be able to get my GPA higher, so more colleges will want me. Badly. :D
Decathlon practice is like taking over my life, and I kinda welcome it. I mean, in the beginning, I was all like "bitch please, I'm not staying that long!" But now it's cool. I like it. Before I just wanted to be there so I could put it on my college applications, but now it's fun! I like studying there, it makes me feel smart. LOL
There was a parent meeting today, for decathlon. It was fun, I guess. I was more annoyed than usual, and I was very, very rude. People didn't really notice, though. It was weird, my mom came, and I was like WTF....And for some reason i was kinda of tripping out in the beginning. I'm fighting for a spot now, because I want one.
My art teacher is having me edit the script for a comic he's making about coltan, and the child soldiers. It's fun. I'm going to do it later, because I haven't had that much time earlier today. I'm also making a "Munny" which is like this little animal/monkey like thing we're making for painting class. Mine's gonna be a red-headed vampire, who's going to be killing sparkly, annoyingly popular "wampires".
I'm planning my future iPod's future songs. LOL! I havew like 40 dollars worth already. I'm thinking I'm just going to find someone with LimeWire or FrostWire or Soulseek so I can freeload some. Because I can't pay that much for music, it's against my morals.
:D
I think I'm going to order it tomorrow.... my iPod.
I've been listening to Yelle, lol. Sarah, do you know what the hell she's saying? Anyone who speaks french? Do you know what Yelle is saying in "Je Veux Te Voir"?
I'm reading "A Picture of Dorian Gray" by Oscar Wilde. My friend lent it to me, so I'm reading it. Haven't gotten that far... Just like page 5 or so.
Random Quote of the Day: "Let the Eat cake" - Marie Antoinnette
Lawls and slaps! :P :D
Because, for some unknown and obscure reason, you guys don't comment my quickies! This means you Sarah! And you Stephen! And you Daniel! And the rest of you who names escape me at the moment! Grrrr... (ooh! You too Jazmin and Mathilde! And Angel! :P) Is that everyone....?
Anyways, alot's been going on recently. I started school, since I have a year-round schedule because I'm inner-city and all my ghetto-ass schools are over-crowded. Fun. I've been staying three extra hours after school for decathlon practice, and i need to make up a whole bunch of annoyingly useless classes to be able to get my GPA higher, so more colleges will want me. Badly. :D
Decathlon practice is like taking over my life, and I kinda welcome it. I mean, in the beginning, I was all like "bitch please, I'm not staying that long!" But now it's cool. I like it. Before I just wanted to be there so I could put it on my college applications, but now it's fun! I like studying there, it makes me feel smart. LOL
There was a parent meeting today, for decathlon. It was fun, I guess. I was more annoyed than usual, and I was very, very rude. People didn't really notice, though. It was weird, my mom came, and I was like WTF....And for some reason i was kinda of tripping out in the beginning. I'm fighting for a spot now, because I want one.
My art teacher is having me edit the script for a comic he's making about coltan, and the child soldiers. It's fun. I'm going to do it later, because I haven't had that much time earlier today. I'm also making a "Munny" which is like this little animal/monkey like thing we're making for painting class. Mine's gonna be a red-headed vampire, who's going to be killing sparkly, annoyingly popular "wampires".
I'm planning my future iPod's future songs. LOL! I havew like 40 dollars worth already. I'm thinking I'm just going to find someone with LimeWire or FrostWire or Soulseek so I can freeload some. Because I can't pay that much for music, it's against my morals.
:D
I think I'm going to order it tomorrow.... my iPod.
I've been listening to Yelle, lol. Sarah, do you know what the hell she's saying? Anyone who speaks french? Do you know what Yelle is saying in "Je Veux Te Voir"?
I'm reading "A Picture of Dorian Gray" by Oscar Wilde. My friend lent it to me, so I'm reading it. Haven't gotten that far... Just like page 5 or so.
Random Quote of the Day: "Let the Eat cake" - Marie Antoinnette
Lawls and slaps! :P :D
Sunday, July 12, 2009
I Finally Know What the hell I'm Doing!! Yay!!
Oh my god. I finally understand.
I know why I can't write anything. I finally know exactly why I am unable to write a single damn thing.
I don't know what I want to write.
When I'm writing a story the idea is wild, very wild, all of the place, even. I don't know how to put it on paper, because even if I am creative, I'm a very methodological person, meaning that I need to know what I'm going to write before I write it, creative idea or no creative idea. I need to start outlining everything, because if I don't, I'm gonna end up with what I believe I've ended up various times, already. Unfinished stories, and writer's block the size of a Twatlighter mob outside of Robert Pattinson's house.
I'm going to go get started on that.
This is so awesome!!
:D
I know why I can't write anything. I finally know exactly why I am unable to write a single damn thing.
I don't know what I want to write.
When I'm writing a story the idea is wild, very wild, all of the place, even. I don't know how to put it on paper, because even if I am creative, I'm a very methodological person, meaning that I need to know what I'm going to write before I write it, creative idea or no creative idea. I need to start outlining everything, because if I don't, I'm gonna end up with what I believe I've ended up various times, already. Unfinished stories, and writer's block the size of a Twatlighter mob outside of Robert Pattinson's house.
I'm going to go get started on that.
This is so awesome!!
:D
Saturday, July 11, 2009
HI!!!!!
I will start this post by saying this:
My mom is listening to "Love Game" by Lady Gaga. My mother, who only speaks Spanish, is listening to Lady Gaga. I find this strange, and seeing a new side of my mother is very strange, too. She was young once! LOL
My friend just texted me that she had to go to a dentist's appointment with her sister, so she won't be coming over. I miss her. But this will give me a chance to pick up the 18th Anita Blake book from the library and going to the bookstore. I've been trying to go since last Sunday, but I fell sick. So I'm going now, in the afternoon.
I've been trying to do JulNoWriMo, but since I got sick and since I have school, everything's been suffering. There's Decathlon, too. We're in there from 3:30 to 6:00ish. It's all cool, though. I wouldn't been in it if I didn't enjoy it, but it just depresses me that I'm going to have even less time, once we start staying 'til 8.
I'm at 2K. This is not good, not good at all. I have typed up 6 pages, or so, and i have to type more, but really? I have absolutely no idea where the hell I'm going with it. (BTW, Stephen: I accidentally named a character after you! Hahaha! I was looking for a name, and I looked on my bookshelf and saw the copy of IT by Stephen King, and I named the character Stephen. Hahaha!) The bookshelf thing? Yeah, I've gained the habit of looking for names on my bookshelf every time I need a name. Stephen Alexander is a product of this. Stephen King and Alexandre Dumas respectively. Then there was the Melissa disaster, in which the character ended up being named Claire for some unknown reason...hahaha!
I need to write...
Going to bookstore...
Going to pick up book at library...
My mom is listening to "Love Game" by Lady Gaga. My mother, who only speaks Spanish, is listening to Lady Gaga. I find this strange, and seeing a new side of my mother is very strange, too. She was young once! LOL
My friend just texted me that she had to go to a dentist's appointment with her sister, so she won't be coming over. I miss her. But this will give me a chance to pick up the 18th Anita Blake book from the library and going to the bookstore. I've been trying to go since last Sunday, but I fell sick. So I'm going now, in the afternoon.
I've been trying to do JulNoWriMo, but since I got sick and since I have school, everything's been suffering. There's Decathlon, too. We're in there from 3:30 to 6:00ish. It's all cool, though. I wouldn't been in it if I didn't enjoy it, but it just depresses me that I'm going to have even less time, once we start staying 'til 8.
I'm at 2K. This is not good, not good at all. I have typed up 6 pages, or so, and i have to type more, but really? I have absolutely no idea where the hell I'm going with it. (BTW, Stephen: I accidentally named a character after you! Hahaha! I was looking for a name, and I looked on my bookshelf and saw the copy of IT by Stephen King, and I named the character Stephen. Hahaha!) The bookshelf thing? Yeah, I've gained the habit of looking for names on my bookshelf every time I need a name. Stephen Alexander is a product of this. Stephen King and Alexandre Dumas respectively. Then there was the Melissa disaster, in which the character ended up being named Claire for some unknown reason...hahaha!
I need to write...
Going to bookstore...
Going to pick up book at library...
Monday, July 6, 2009
Comment me!!! Comment me!!!
This is probably going to be a short post.
I'm still sick, ugh. I hate being sick. Today my mom was supposed to pick me up early from school, but because of a scheduling mix-up, I ended up staying for the whole day + decathlon. It was all cool, though. I found out that there's like way less people in there now, so I might actually have a chance to compete! :D
I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow, so I have to leave a few hours before school ends. Too bad I just can't skip the whole damn day. LOL I hate Algebra 2....
I saw the funniest youtube video today. Buffy the Vampire Slayer vs. Edward Cullen. Guess who won? You've got three guesses and the first two don't count...
....yes! Of course it was Buffy! :D
The funny thing is that my painting (formerly drawing) teacher told us about the video, and I went on a anti-twilight rant! There was this girl sitting behind me, and can't remember what part of the conversation allowed me to say this, but I said,
"Buffy ( i laid a hand flat on the air near my ear) is here. Twilight (I laid my other hand on the air the same way, near my ankles) is here."
And she's like, "no! Not even!"
So I turned around really quickly and said "Yes it is! Don't even argue about it with me!" waved a finger while saying this and turned back around. LOL! That was so rude!! Then later, she was looking as me weird, and I just paid minimal attention and walked to my locker. Hahahaha!
Ugh. I have to go. I need more sleep. Lawl.
I'm still sick, ugh. I hate being sick. Today my mom was supposed to pick me up early from school, but because of a scheduling mix-up, I ended up staying for the whole day + decathlon. It was all cool, though. I found out that there's like way less people in there now, so I might actually have a chance to compete! :D
I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow, so I have to leave a few hours before school ends. Too bad I just can't skip the whole damn day. LOL I hate Algebra 2....
I saw the funniest youtube video today. Buffy the Vampire Slayer vs. Edward Cullen. Guess who won? You've got three guesses and the first two don't count...
....yes! Of course it was Buffy! :D
The funny thing is that my painting (formerly drawing) teacher told us about the video, and I went on a anti-twilight rant! There was this girl sitting behind me, and can't remember what part of the conversation allowed me to say this, but I said,
"Buffy ( i laid a hand flat on the air near my ear) is here. Twilight (I laid my other hand on the air the same way, near my ankles) is here."
And she's like, "no! Not even!"
So I turned around really quickly and said "Yes it is! Don't even argue about it with me!" waved a finger while saying this and turned back around. LOL! That was so rude!! Then later, she was looking as me weird, and I just paid minimal attention and walked to my locker. Hahahaha!
Ugh. I have to go. I need more sleep. Lawl.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Sickness...
Ugh. Fuck me gently with a chainsaw.
I'm fucking sick, which makes me tired and cranky, but oddly, not too much of a bitch. Hahaha!
Going to a bookstore tomorrow, gonna buy my fucking books, sick or unsick. I got my fucking ATM card and I'm gonna buy shit. :D
Texting, watching news, my head is so stuffy, if it were a girl, it'd probably be stuffing its bra. From A cups to Double D's. Hahahaha
Lawl. Bye.
I'm fucking sick, which makes me tired and cranky, but oddly, not too much of a bitch. Hahaha!
Going to a bookstore tomorrow, gonna buy my fucking books, sick or unsick. I got my fucking ATM card and I'm gonna buy shit. :D
Texting, watching news, my head is so stuffy, if it were a girl, it'd probably be stuffing its bra. From A cups to Double D's. Hahahaha
Lawl. Bye.
Friday, July 3, 2009
Shoot me! Shoot me now!!
Ugh. Are people really stupid or do they just act that way to annoy me?
My stupid counselor put me in regular English. REGULAR ENGLISH!! In an over crowded school, crawling with morons! that's like sending me to bible camp, straight up asking me to kill people.
I wanted AP, damn it!
Thankfully, I'm changing back. Apparently my teacher was asking for me. I asked to write the note my retarded counselor asked for, and she was like "Sure, you need to be in my class." Lol!
I have a really bad teacher for Algebra 2, a really good teacher for Drama, but a class full of morons and people who poke me in unfun ways. I had service in the Dean's Office where it's drama galore! OMG...it's fun. But unfortunately I'm changing to be my old drawing teacher's service worker. There were like four at the beginning and now there's only my friend left. LOL
I need my ATM card!!
Not going to school tomorrow, so I'll probably be on IM for the majority of the day (hint: Rain, Sarah, Stephen!!) I need to start reading "a Tale of Two Cities". For sure this time.
Ok, new follower: AJ aka Scenefiend. Hi. Ummm...I'm gonna ask you to at least comment once during the next week or so, or I'm gonna assume you're a computer or something and I;m gonna block you. fair warning. Sorry I'm being so blunt, I'm just kinda of tired...
Bye!!
Listening to: Ex-Girlfriend- No Doubt
My stupid counselor put me in regular English. REGULAR ENGLISH!! In an over crowded school, crawling with morons! that's like sending me to bible camp, straight up asking me to kill people.
I wanted AP, damn it!
Thankfully, I'm changing back. Apparently my teacher was asking for me. I asked to write the note my retarded counselor asked for, and she was like "Sure, you need to be in my class." Lol!
I have a really bad teacher for Algebra 2, a really good teacher for Drama, but a class full of morons and people who poke me in unfun ways. I had service in the Dean's Office where it's drama galore! OMG...it's fun. But unfortunately I'm changing to be my old drawing teacher's service worker. There were like four at the beginning and now there's only my friend left. LOL
I need my ATM card!!
Not going to school tomorrow, so I'll probably be on IM for the majority of the day (hint: Rain, Sarah, Stephen!!) I need to start reading "a Tale of Two Cities". For sure this time.
Ok, new follower: AJ aka Scenefiend. Hi. Ummm...I'm gonna ask you to at least comment once during the next week or so, or I'm gonna assume you're a computer or something and I;m gonna block you. fair warning. Sorry I'm being so blunt, I'm just kinda of tired...
Bye!!
Listening to: Ex-Girlfriend- No Doubt
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