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Yeah so this is lame...I'm in Rubio's class and I have nothing to do...I finished my test that we didn't do the review for in like five minuets...and Yeah. I suppose that I should stop using the ...'s because that could have been a really long sentence. We have Ms. Portillo...I only can't stand her voice, other than that, she's cool.
So yeah I had like a giant scare right now. But nothing I want to go into detail about.
Madame has my back pack in her room and she's not there...at least she wasn't when the bell rang. Makes me sad. I could be writting all of this down in my real journal. But I guess it's okay because Lj has been rather neglected recently.
It took me like two minuets to write all of that up there ^ and I still have about an hour of just sitting on my ass here and typing incoherant babble to all of you who choose to read it.
Everything [should be] in fast forward.
Holy fuck! An hour! How the hell am I going to do this. Someone come save me!
Babble-babble, bitch-bitch....the year book this year is going to be like 90 FREAKING DOLLARS!! Reble-Reble, party-party, sex-sex-sex and don't forget the VIOLENCE....I'd like to go back to the Manson concert.
I kind of want my long hair back...but only on certian days, you know. I even want Jenn's long hair back...[sorry, but I do]
Someone should buy me a ceramic flat iron...like for my birthday or Christmas or something. That would be nice. What am I going to get for Adam this year!! Oh no. I have no ideas. Well I do have one, but that's very probematic.
Mr. Eyeburg is an asshole! Tell him to go fuck himself. Please. Yeah...
So any one coming to get me yet...I guess I could go on forever but I probably won't.
Blah-Blah-Blah....got your lovey-dovey sad and lonely [stick you stupid slogan in] and everybody sing!
Today we (only it was really mostly Amanda) made Madame some lunch. Amanda is a fucking awesome cook. Loving it loving it.
So yeah does anyone have some left over Zyrtech..I don't even think that's how you spell it, but I need some, my allergies are going freaking crazy.
It's 1:26 PM Wednesday, August 23, 2006, and I'm bored out of my fucking mind!
Oh look, no one has come to resuce me yet...that's okay because I've only asked in this entry and not to anyone physically. Of course asking someone would be a lot easier if I had a goddamn cell phone. But no...not for Andrea.
Yeah so since I'm floating around that topic....I'm so frustrated with everyone fucking taking things for granted...including me. And I try, like I really do try not to, but so many others of you don't. Have you ever had your world shaken from underneith you? Do you even understand what you have right now. I'm sure that you don't. For that matter, I'm sure that I don't. At least not fully, not yet.
I have fucking awesome friends and I love them and care about them everyday, not only somedays, but everyday, minuet and second. And in my opinion, you should too.
Look I did all that ranting in five minuets.
Are you motherfuckers ready for the new shit, stand up and admitt "TOMORROW'S NEVER COMING" This is the new shit, stand up and admitt.
So about you coming. I think I might go to sleep.
Goodnight.
So yeah I had like a giant scare right now. But nothing I want to go into detail about.
Madame has my back pack in her room and she's not there...at least she wasn't when the bell rang. Makes me sad. I could be writting all of this down in my real journal. But I guess it's okay because Lj has been rather neglected recently.
It took me like two minuets to write all of that up there ^ and I still have about an hour of just sitting on my ass here and typing incoherant babble to all of you who choose to read it.
Everything [should be] in fast forward.
Holy fuck! An hour! How the hell am I going to do this. Someone come save me!
Babble-babble, bitch-bitch....the year book this year is going to be like 90 FREAKING DOLLARS!! Reble-Reble, party-party, sex-sex-sex and don't forget the VIOLENCE....I'd like to go back to the Manson concert.
I kind of want my long hair back...but only on certian days, you know. I even want Jenn's long hair back...[sorry, but I do]
Someone should buy me a ceramic flat iron...like for my birthday or Christmas or something. That would be nice. What am I going to get for Adam this year!! Oh no. I have no ideas. Well I do have one, but that's very probematic.
Mr. Eyeburg is an asshole! Tell him to go fuck himself. Please. Yeah...
So any one coming to get me yet...I guess I could go on forever but I probably won't.
Blah-Blah-Blah....got your lovey-dovey sad and lonely [stick you stupid slogan in] and everybody sing!
Today we (only it was really mostly Amanda) made Madame some lunch. Amanda is a fucking awesome cook. Loving it loving it.
So yeah does anyone have some left over Zyrtech..I don't even think that's how you spell it, but I need some, my allergies are going freaking crazy.
It's 1:26 PM Wednesday, August 23, 2006, and I'm bored out of my fucking mind!
Oh look, no one has come to resuce me yet...that's okay because I've only asked in this entry and not to anyone physically. Of course asking someone would be a lot easier if I had a goddamn cell phone. But no...not for Andrea.
Yeah so since I'm floating around that topic....I'm so frustrated with everyone fucking taking things for granted...including me. And I try, like I really do try not to, but so many others of you don't. Have you ever had your world shaken from underneith you? Do you even understand what you have right now. I'm sure that you don't. For that matter, I'm sure that I don't. At least not fully, not yet.
I have fucking awesome friends and I love them and care about them everyday, not only somedays, but everyday, minuet and second. And in my opinion, you should too.
Look I did all that ranting in five minuets.
Are you motherfuckers ready for the new shit, stand up and admitt "TOMORROW'S NEVER COMING" This is the new shit, stand up and admitt.
So about you coming. I think I might go to sleep.
Goodnight.