1:47PM
Sitting here. Bored. As usual.
I'm only at work for four hours. So that is good. I have the joyous Tyrah tonight. If she cries, I will shoot myself in the face.
I can't decide if a kid crying, or urinating themselves is worse for me. Why should that even be a question?? My students should not pee or cry.
I'll survive. Let's see. Today I have Kenen, Cody and Rachel, Kyle, Holly, Caitlin, Tyrah, Kyle and Russ.
Not bad.
I just called somebody's mother a "cum bucket." I'm too funny.
Nothing is doing. I'm talking to Douche cause she was awesome and skipped school like a true rebel. Talking to Billy through the expensive joys of text messaging and all that good stuff. Oh my god. I just realized that by putting his cell phone number into my buddy list, I can text him from the computer. Thus saving me ten cents per text. I'm going to eat my shirt.
Nothing's happening tonight. Jackie will probably come over. And that is cool. Dane said he'd hang out, but he says that a lot.
Oh man. Life is tedious. I'm hungry. There's no food here.
I'm gonna do so awesome living on my own.
"Gotta go grocery shopping......after this game of solitaire.......maybe..."
Nothing to do. I talked to Pete last night. He was sick. I said something about feeling bad about John and he said, "Jess, I don't care." So I hung up with him cause he made me angry. It's funny that when he'd tell me all the glorious things that poured out of Alyson or Casey or whoever he wanted to fuck at the time, I never said, "Pete I don't care." But I miss a FRIEND and he is rude to me.
Boredom is the worst tedium.
Or something like that. Grendel. Obviously.
Grendel and me are like, cool. Cause we're kinda alike. The world revolves around us. And it is good. My thoughts on others feelings, rather, those that I do not deem important or have no respect for, they don't matter to me. And that is good. I guess. I don't know. I'm not a nice person anymore. And sometimes that makes me happy and sometimes it doesn't. I don't care either way really. I'm glad that I have finally taken time out to concentrate on what makes me happy. That I have not and will not fall into the same trap that has been happening since I was sixteen. And that is good. I am nineteen now, and I am having fun and enjoying what being nineteen has to offer. Like, sex, drugs and rock and roll. Or something. I need to get dressed. This medieval outfit that I decided to sleep in just isn't keeping me warm.
I slept on the couch again. I can't remember why. I think I was just too lazy to go back upstairs. One of the phones isn't on it's hook. Which means that it's somewhere in the house. If I don't find it by the time mom and dad come back, they will probably be angry. They will probably be angry at the state of which the house is in right now. There is so much junk everywhere.
I can't wait till I get my own place and actuaslly have to clean up after myself on a regualr basis.I will probably die.
Ok.
I am going to go now and rot in my own filth. Yay.
I'm only at work for four hours. So that is good. I have the joyous Tyrah tonight. If she cries, I will shoot myself in the face.
I can't decide if a kid crying, or urinating themselves is worse for me. Why should that even be a question?? My students should not pee or cry.
I'll survive. Let's see. Today I have Kenen, Cody and Rachel, Kyle, Holly, Caitlin, Tyrah, Kyle and Russ.
Not bad.
I just called somebody's mother a "cum bucket." I'm too funny.
Nothing is doing. I'm talking to Douche cause she was awesome and skipped school like a true rebel. Talking to Billy through the expensive joys of text messaging and all that good stuff. Oh my god. I just realized that by putting his cell phone number into my buddy list, I can text him from the computer. Thus saving me ten cents per text. I'm going to eat my shirt.
Nothing's happening tonight. Jackie will probably come over. And that is cool. Dane said he'd hang out, but he says that a lot.
Oh man. Life is tedious. I'm hungry. There's no food here.
I'm gonna do so awesome living on my own.
"Gotta go grocery shopping......after this game of solitaire.......maybe..."
Nothing to do. I talked to Pete last night. He was sick. I said something about feeling bad about John and he said, "Jess, I don't care." So I hung up with him cause he made me angry. It's funny that when he'd tell me all the glorious things that poured out of Alyson or Casey or whoever he wanted to fuck at the time, I never said, "Pete I don't care." But I miss a FRIEND and he is rude to me.
Boredom is the worst tedium.
Or something like that. Grendel. Obviously.
Grendel and me are like, cool. Cause we're kinda alike. The world revolves around us. And it is good. My thoughts on others feelings, rather, those that I do not deem important or have no respect for, they don't matter to me. And that is good. I guess. I don't know. I'm not a nice person anymore. And sometimes that makes me happy and sometimes it doesn't. I don't care either way really. I'm glad that I have finally taken time out to concentrate on what makes me happy. That I have not and will not fall into the same trap that has been happening since I was sixteen. And that is good. I am nineteen now, and I am having fun and enjoying what being nineteen has to offer. Like, sex, drugs and rock and roll. Or something. I need to get dressed. This medieval outfit that I decided to sleep in just isn't keeping me warm.
I slept on the couch again. I can't remember why. I think I was just too lazy to go back upstairs. One of the phones isn't on it's hook. Which means that it's somewhere in the house. If I don't find it by the time mom and dad come back, they will probably be angry. They will probably be angry at the state of which the house is in right now. There is so much junk everywhere.
I can't wait till I get my own place and actuaslly have to clean up after myself on a regualr basis.I will probably die.
Ok.
I am going to go now and rot in my own filth. Yay.