When it Rains it Pours...
So today I go to school dressed up as Steph Beausoleil's twin with a hat on the side. The day started good, Steph and I got counted in the auditorium for twins and then put our hats on and went to first period to get counted. I wore a pink hat to prove a point...if you don't know what the point was then your clueless. Anyways, I got counted there too and it turns out Sophomores won the Twin Day and Hat Day, putting us in the lead by 30 points. So that was good. But the day has no other high points. English comes along and it [Christiensen] decides were going to take notes and read some of King Arthur and the Round Table. So we take the notes without much incident, and then we start reading. But it's and excerpt from a novel, so there's no background to it. So I ask it for some background information on the characters and it tells me that I don't need to know about the characters, they aren't important. WELL WHY THE FUCK ARE THEY MAIN CHARACTERS IF THEY'RE NOT IMPORTANT??? And I asked some other question too, and she got all defensive and pissy with me, and didn't even answer the damn question! And then some bitch of a junior is talking shit about me now, because I wear a rainbow bracelet and I'm gay...I've never said two words to this chick and all of a sudden she's talking shit...okay?? Well, ya know what Maria? You better cut the shit, or I'm gonna fuck you up bad. You want to talk about me?? Fine by me, but don't think I'm gonna let it go with out kicking you fucking fat acne covered ass, are we clear? And on my way to lunch, her and her bitch of a friend, whom I have never talked to either, laugh at me when I go by. Finally seventh period ends and I get to go home, hoping to get away from the shit. But of course not. The bus ride is hell just because of the people...and now everyone throws shit around too because Chris Plituke is on the bus and he started it his first day. I get home and grab the mail, and sitting on top is a letter from the leadership program I had applied for. So I go inside and read it and to top of the perfect day is something rubbing failure in my face. It's another reminder, this time official, that I didn't get into the program. What a wonderful end to the perfect day! Well maybe I'll go to the bonfire, that might be fun, it's up to my parents though...maybe it'll put me in a better mood...or give me some outlet for all my anger besides this journal...only time can tell.
Love to my
Loverz
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Adoring Fanz
Love to my
Loverz
Stalkerz
Adoring Fanz