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i am grounded for the weekend. sucks right? im not even going to get into the story because it all just results to my mom morphing into a demon. and thats that.
the one time my mom let me out of the house last night was to return movies that i rented with mimi and chloe like 3 months ago:
-Ray
-Chris Rock : Never Scared
-Freddy got Fingered
after paying the $32 late fees, i was walking in the pouring rain and struggling to light/maintain a cigarette. it upsets me that this is what it comes down to -- whenever im out, i always smoke a cigarette. its like whenever i get that breath of fresh air the first thing i do is ruin it by having a cigarette. it pisses me off that im semi-addicted, and that i feel like i always want and need one.
on a lighter note, my teeth are coming off on tuesday at 10:00 AM. - you have no idea how excited i am.
ive also decided that im going to the meeting for my school's literary magazeine. i figured its a good way to partially expose my writing and artwork to the people that actually read this thing. im kindof excited for it, because i constantly feel like im hiding things from everyone.
my computer is finally getting fixed, but to make myself extra happy i should call olympus and get my camera fixed as well.
i have to go to dinner with my dad on thursday, but its not something that im completely dreading. i feel like there are times when i really want to see him. so if i actually want to see him for once, then might as well take advantage of it, because you never know when this feeling is gonna come again.
my room is in the process of looking more like a bedroom instead of a murder scene. - im feeling a lot better that my mom is actually letting me pick out some of the ideas for my room such as, the colors of my walls, how to cover up the bulletholes from that damn dollcase, furniture ideas, what else to hang up on the walls -- just little things like that. but it means a lot because my mom always felt that she had to do things by herself all the time and that she has no help from everyone. but its also because my mom wanted everything to look how she wanted it, and didnt care about anyone else's thoughts or ideas.
i got a 78 on the history test that i didnt study for! =) that was such a relief. its a pain in the ass that my parents can check my grades online whenever they want. but i feel like my dad is such a hipocrite when he gets mad if i do bad on a test or a homework assignment. like, its okay for my mom to yell at me. not him. the things he did when he was my age just frighten me, along with the things he does today.
i feel like ive been slacking off in art class. i know i havent been paying attention to anything that mr. hartman says, and i barely even try anymore, but i hope that this whole literary magazeine thing can boost me up a little bit.
a kid in our school comitted suicide last week. he jumped out of his apartment window in union square. its such a scary thought that people just sometimes jump to the last resort, and thats it.
the one time my mom let me out of the house last night was to return movies that i rented with mimi and chloe like 3 months ago:
-Ray
-Chris Rock : Never Scared
-Freddy got Fingered
after paying the $32 late fees, i was walking in the pouring rain and struggling to light/maintain a cigarette. it upsets me that this is what it comes down to -- whenever im out, i always smoke a cigarette. its like whenever i get that breath of fresh air the first thing i do is ruin it by having a cigarette. it pisses me off that im semi-addicted, and that i feel like i always want and need one.
on a lighter note, my teeth are coming off on tuesday at 10:00 AM. - you have no idea how excited i am.
ive also decided that im going to the meeting for my school's literary magazeine. i figured its a good way to partially expose my writing and artwork to the people that actually read this thing. im kindof excited for it, because i constantly feel like im hiding things from everyone.
my computer is finally getting fixed, but to make myself extra happy i should call olympus and get my camera fixed as well.
i have to go to dinner with my dad on thursday, but its not something that im completely dreading. i feel like there are times when i really want to see him. so if i actually want to see him for once, then might as well take advantage of it, because you never know when this feeling is gonna come again.
my room is in the process of looking more like a bedroom instead of a murder scene. - im feeling a lot better that my mom is actually letting me pick out some of the ideas for my room such as, the colors of my walls, how to cover up the bulletholes from that damn dollcase, furniture ideas, what else to hang up on the walls -- just little things like that. but it means a lot because my mom always felt that she had to do things by herself all the time and that she has no help from everyone. but its also because my mom wanted everything to look how she wanted it, and didnt care about anyone else's thoughts or ideas.
i got a 78 on the history test that i didnt study for! =) that was such a relief. its a pain in the ass that my parents can check my grades online whenever they want. but i feel like my dad is such a hipocrite when he gets mad if i do bad on a test or a homework assignment. like, its okay for my mom to yell at me. not him. the things he did when he was my age just frighten me, along with the things he does today.
i feel like ive been slacking off in art class. i know i havent been paying attention to anything that mr. hartman says, and i barely even try anymore, but i hope that this whole literary magazeine thing can boost me up a little bit.
a kid in our school comitted suicide last week. he jumped out of his apartment window in union square. its such a scary thought that people just sometimes jump to the last resort, and thats it.