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Everyone's corrupt
You should just shut up
Lay down, back off
The demon you disrupted
Don't want to talk about politics
Don't preach or talk about politics
Don't make me talk about politics
Don't give a shit about politics
You want to sleep with him to get to who you need to know
Think that's the way to go don't you?
It's in religion, sex, and everything we do and say
I look the other way won't you?
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My School Day
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So, I actually went to school today. And OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!!!! I left today at like 10, because Justin rode my bike yesterday {Only to discovere the tires were are flat} So I have to walk. I got there in a half hour, so I'm ganna leave later tomorrow. It was really hot..the walk there. I almost died. but I got a lot of breezes and shade to ballance out the intense heat. I shouldn't have worn long sleeves
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Well, I came into the school, and I was blazed. I signed the paper. I like being the only person under "Other" instead of late arrival. So, I went to the bathroom, saw my hair was a disaster, changed my whole appearance, took off my long sleeve shirt, and went to go around to all my teachers to see what I missed [I wasn't there Friday or Monday] Anton was busy, so wasn't Mrs. Quale. Mr. Parise was down watching the lunch room and I saw Mr. Marshall drive off when I came in. So I was SOL.
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So, I decided to sit down on the second floor near the stairs {Which should be a perfectly NORMAL thing for Highschoolers to do} Well it's not. Mr. Parise comes up after like 10 minutes and tells me I should be someplace.. [No...I should be here] (No you should be in the library) FINE!! So, I went to the office and just read a book. They were like moving around chairs and stuff. I got a bunch of papers that I have to get signed by my dad...^Again^....The principal, who was my previous math teacher, asked me if I had a note..a sick note..What from my nonexistant parents. I don't need one, I live on my own. I have a feeling that shit like that is going to happen to me over the course of the school year.
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Like 3 minutes before the bell rings, I go up to my WORLD history class and asked him what I missed. He was like "Who are you?"...((MARKIE..PLANTE)) how is that difficult to remember? how am I difficult to remember. Dunno, he gave me my homework, and I asked to borrow steph's notes. and it was an okay class. He talked about the plague in the renissance. Wasn't it called the Bubonic plague?..Wasn't there a song about it?...And then he showed the mona lisa...She has no eyebrows y'know I didn't ask any of these questions mind you, or talk out loud a lot. I have social anxiety..He also makes us take long notes, he says to abbriviate them with bullets, but then I won't understand what it means when I look at it later, so I tried to summerize it the best I could, he still went to fucking fast. No one complained..Yay schooll...
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The bell rang and I went to my English class. It was fricken cold in that room, so I took my shirt out of my backback and put it on. then when I came back there was like a pile of papers on my desk. Checklists of everything we got. I think I preferred mrs. Kerry to Mr. FUCKING Marshall. It's kinda helpful, but kinda not, he wants me to have the newest thing first..that's not how I do it, I usually put the old papers first, Chronological order? NO? That's how I did it my..WHOLE LIFE....So..Mr..Someone comes up (Teacher aid) and he tries to explain, he makes my papers all out of order (the real order) And he just kept trying to explain, when I said I understood, he just kept explaining...I don't know about english, I want to fucking blow it up. I have to do my "goal" essay later and annnotate papers about College! FUCKING JOY!
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I don't need this shit, I don't want what Justin wants for me, he's the one who wants me to go to school, I don't want to. I don't want to be like everyone in the world, struggling to be a part of something. I'm happy with what I'm a part of. Because no ones going to let me be their graphic designer..I'm moderate...
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Random Blogging
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Don't let them throw me away...
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I never knew what I was gonna be,
Somebody saw what I couldnt see,
And lifted me up now,
I never thought I could be worthy of,
Lovin under the sky above,
Don't let the wonderful,
Why does everybody have to fit in?
Feel so damn comfortable in thier skin?
Does that mean I am the....
Souvenir of sadness
Method to the madness
Hands up if you feel this
Anyone who has this...
Stand up! Nobody's dyin' to save you,
Speak up! Nobody's waiting to see you,
Wake up! Nobody's working to pay you,
Let me make it clear you have this,
Back then, nobody knew in the school yard
Now then! You have grown up to be this hard
Go then! Walk on this world with your heart scarred
You should just shut up
Lay down, back off
The demon you disrupted
Don't want to talk about politics
Don't preach or talk about politics
Don't make me talk about politics
Don't give a shit about politics
You want to sleep with him to get to who you need to know
Think that's the way to go don't you?
It's in religion, sex, and everything we do and say
I look the other way won't you?
~*~~~~~^~~~~~*~
~*~~~~~^~~~~~*~
My School Day
~*~~~~~^~~~~~*~
~*~~~~~^~~~~~*~
So, I actually went to school today. And OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!!!! I left today at like 10, because Justin rode my bike yesterday {Only to discovere the tires were are flat} So I have to walk. I got there in a half hour, so I'm ganna leave later tomorrow. It was really hot..the walk there. I almost died. but I got a lot of breezes and shade to ballance out the intense heat. I shouldn't have worn long sleeves
~*~~~~~ ^~~~~~*~
Well, I came into the school, and I was blazed. I signed the paper. I like being the only person under "Other" instead of late arrival. So, I went to the bathroom, saw my hair was a disaster, changed my whole appearance, took off my long sleeve shirt, and went to go around to all my teachers to see what I missed [I wasn't there Friday or Monday] Anton was busy, so wasn't Mrs. Quale. Mr. Parise was down watching the lunch room and I saw Mr. Marshall drive off when I came in. So I was SOL.
~*~~~~~ ^~~~~~*~
So, I decided to sit down on the second floor near the stairs {Which should be a perfectly NORMAL thing for Highschoolers to do} Well it's not. Mr. Parise comes up after like 10 minutes and tells me I should be someplace.. [No...I should be here] (No you should be in the library) FINE!! So, I went to the office and just read a book. They were like moving around chairs and stuff. I got a bunch of papers that I have to get signed by my dad...^Again^....The principal, who was my previous math teacher, asked me if I had a note..a sick note..What from my nonexistant parents. I don't need one, I live on my own. I have a feeling that shit like that is going to happen to me over the course of the school year.
~*~~~~~ ^~~~~~*~
Like 3 minutes before the bell rings, I go up to my WORLD history class and asked him what I missed. He was like "Who are you?"...((MARKIE..PLANTE)) how is that difficult to remember? how am I difficult to remember. Dunno, he gave me my homework, and I asked to borrow steph's notes. and it was an okay class. He talked about the plague in the renissance. Wasn't it called the Bubonic plague?..Wasn't there a song about it?...And then he showed the mona lisa...She has no eyebrows y'know I didn't ask any of these questions mind you, or talk out loud a lot. I have social anxiety..He also makes us take long notes, he says to abbriviate them with bullets, but then I won't understand what it means when I look at it later, so I tried to summerize it the best I could, he still went to fucking fast. No one complained..Yay schooll...
~*~~~~~ ^~~~~~*~
The bell rang and I went to my English class. It was fricken cold in that room, so I took my shirt out of my backback and put it on. then when I came back there was like a pile of papers on my desk. Checklists of everything we got. I think I preferred mrs. Kerry to Mr. FUCKING Marshall. It's kinda helpful, but kinda not, he wants me to have the newest thing first..that's not how I do it, I usually put the old papers first, Chronological order? NO? That's how I did it my..WHOLE LIFE....So..Mr..Someone comes up (Teacher aid) and he tries to explain, he makes my papers all out of order (the real order) And he just kept trying to explain, when I said I understood, he just kept explaining...I don't know about english, I want to fucking blow it up. I have to do my "goal" essay later and annnotate papers about College! FUCKING JOY!
~*~~~~~ ^~~~~~*~
I don't need this shit, I don't want what Justin wants for me, he's the one who wants me to go to school, I don't want to. I don't want to be like everyone in the world, struggling to be a part of something. I'm happy with what I'm a part of. Because no ones going to let me be their graphic designer..I'm moderate...
~*~~~~~^~~~~~*~
~*~~~~~^~~~~~*~
Random Blogging
~*~~~~~^~~~~~*~
~*~~~~~^~~~~~*~
Don't let them throw me away...
~*~~~~~ ^~~~~~*~
I never knew what I was gonna be,
Somebody saw what I couldnt see,
And lifted me up now,
I never thought I could be worthy of,
Lovin under the sky above,
Don't let the wonderful,
Why does everybody have to fit in?
Feel so damn comfortable in thier skin?
Does that mean I am the....
Souvenir of sadness
Method to the madness
Hands up if you feel this
Anyone who has this...
Stand up! Nobody's dyin' to save you,
Speak up! Nobody's waiting to see you,
Wake up! Nobody's working to pay you,
Let me make it clear you have this,
Back then, nobody knew in the school yard
Now then! You have grown up to be this hard
Go then! Walk on this world with your heart scarred