yall dont know what its like...being male middle class and white
Mom: You need to stop being so sarcastic, it turns people off.
Me: Ermm..did you want me to turn you on?
Mom: Sarcasm killed the cat.
Me: Isn't it...curiousity..that killed it?
Mom: Whatever.
ahaha..gotta love her.
Ms. J inferred during class (in front of all the idiot imature football players no less) that me and kelsey are lovers. That stupid kilt wearing guppy. She just wants in kels's pants. And to spank me. But then again, who doesn't?
Umm...so my grades on my report card were anything but spectacular. It's becoming clear to me there isn't one particular thing I'm good at. I hate that. I especially hate those people..that can excell at anything they do. Like that one girl...you know. Back in junior high she was amazing at volleyball...then basketball...then one of the fastest runners on the track team. I was so terrible the coaches would make jokes about "how it was possible for Heller to be related to her father and brother" I will eat them all. I just don't want, for the rest of my life, for people to say..."You know that Emily girl?" And for the reply to be, "You mean the girl with the curly hair?"
I'd even settle for, "that smart girl" ..but..failing a math class was never a good way to start.
I have something to offer, I know I do. I'm just...taking my time to find it.
on a seperate note...
I love this girl. ahahahahahaha