Lots of people out to make-believe they're living, can't decide who they should be.
I wish I could drive. Get out and do something. And I long for summer, because right now, even if I could drive, there's nowhere I would go, because I think I'd like to go to the beach. It's raining and cold. It makes my mood worse and worse. Blah.
Not a bad day today, in the school frame of mind. Pretty slack, my AP Human teacher wasn't here so we didn't do anything. Trust me, that can make your whole day go smoother. Wolfee was nice and let us play games. Yolanda made us work on the computers but that was easy. And by the way, we don't name our kids Yolanda. Thanks Jess.
You'd think coming from Kemps I'd get straight A's. Oh, contrare. My report card holds many B's, and even a C. But that was on the Biology exam, and I have an A in that class regardless. Mmmph, school. Down with school.
Hey, you know what makes me laugh? Girls, epecially the ninth grade ones, over-obsessive with boys. I love it. One girl cried the other day in lunch because some guy called her a stupid bitch, or whore, or something along those lines. Then he called her ugly. And she cried. And I don't mean I laugh because she's crying, or because they feel bad, but I laugh at their stupidity. Boys. Throw rocks at them. The girls dress up like whores every day just to get the guy's attention, and the only reason the guy is looking their way is because they can see up her skirt and halfway down her shirt. And what's more pathetic is the fact that the girls know it, but they do it anyway.
Listen to me, judging everyone. I sound like I think I'm God. I'm more pathetic than they are.
Truth is, I just wish I had some more friends. Genuine friends. I feel like everyone I come in contact with is only concerned with the heat-of-the-moment, materialistic, don't-really-care-about-you friendship. Like, as soon as she's bored with you, she's gone. Maybe I'm just overconcious about that kind of stuff. But it may not even be the kind of friend that's "forever" or anything like that. Just someone to laugh with over stupid stuff, talk about high school, and boys, and all the stupid things us girls talk about. But I'm told that as the year progresses, and the more time you spend in high school, the more friends you make. Sad thing is, when I'm a junior, or senior, I don't think I'll need the support from my friends as much then as I do now. By the way Jess, you know I'm not talking about you in here. So shut up.
But hope and faith seems to be the only thing I've got at this point. So for now, I'll just stick with that. Meanwhile, I'm still looking for...I don't really know. Happiness, I guess. Maybe the start of soccer will fill the empty space for a while. I hope so. I love soccer.
Looks like we've got a goalie for hockey next year, eh, Carden?
Actually, two goalies, right Jess?
Good answer.
Hey Shorty, where the hell are you? I'm ready to go clubbing. Got my dancing shoes on, your long shirt that's hott as hell, and my straightener ready! But where's my fake ID? Hahaha, loves it.
Tomorrow is Jeremy Sumpter's sixteenth birthday. I LOVE YOU, JEREMY!!! HAPPY 16TH!!!
Not a bad day today, in the school frame of mind. Pretty slack, my AP Human teacher wasn't here so we didn't do anything. Trust me, that can make your whole day go smoother. Wolfee was nice and let us play games. Yolanda made us work on the computers but that was easy. And by the way, we don't name our kids Yolanda. Thanks Jess.
You'd think coming from Kemps I'd get straight A's. Oh, contrare. My report card holds many B's, and even a C. But that was on the Biology exam, and I have an A in that class regardless. Mmmph, school. Down with school.
Hey, you know what makes me laugh? Girls, epecially the ninth grade ones, over-obsessive with boys. I love it. One girl cried the other day in lunch because some guy called her a stupid bitch, or whore, or something along those lines. Then he called her ugly. And she cried. And I don't mean I laugh because she's crying, or because they feel bad, but I laugh at their stupidity. Boys. Throw rocks at them. The girls dress up like whores every day just to get the guy's attention, and the only reason the guy is looking their way is because they can see up her skirt and halfway down her shirt. And what's more pathetic is the fact that the girls know it, but they do it anyway.
Listen to me, judging everyone. I sound like I think I'm God. I'm more pathetic than they are.
Truth is, I just wish I had some more friends. Genuine friends. I feel like everyone I come in contact with is only concerned with the heat-of-the-moment, materialistic, don't-really-care-about-you friendship. Like, as soon as she's bored with you, she's gone. Maybe I'm just overconcious about that kind of stuff. But it may not even be the kind of friend that's "forever" or anything like that. Just someone to laugh with over stupid stuff, talk about high school, and boys, and all the stupid things us girls talk about. But I'm told that as the year progresses, and the more time you spend in high school, the more friends you make. Sad thing is, when I'm a junior, or senior, I don't think I'll need the support from my friends as much then as I do now. By the way Jess, you know I'm not talking about you in here. So shut up.
But hope and faith seems to be the only thing I've got at this point. So for now, I'll just stick with that. Meanwhile, I'm still looking for...I don't really know. Happiness, I guess. Maybe the start of soccer will fill the empty space for a while. I hope so. I love soccer.
Looks like we've got a goalie for hockey next year, eh, Carden?
Actually, two goalies, right Jess?
Good answer.
Hey Shorty, where the hell are you? I'm ready to go clubbing. Got my dancing shoes on, your long shirt that's hott as hell, and my straightener ready! But where's my fake ID? Hahaha, loves it.
Tomorrow is Jeremy Sumpter's sixteenth birthday. I LOVE YOU, JEREMY!!! HAPPY 16TH!!!