I Strut Right By With My Tail In The Air
There has been an orange cat wandering down my road since this morning. Hmm, he's not a regualr around here. I am a bit concerned for him.
Mr. Wright reminded us that today is the 35th anniversary of the massacre at Kent State. Truly a sad day in our nation's history. Fuck Vietnam. I am so glad that I didn't live through that bullshit. Not that the war in Iraq is any better. Fuck war.
I am not a happy person right now. People in this town truly cannot mind their own business. People also can take hints. All I want is to have a calm, drama-free prom, but no. That would be too easy. I wish everyone were just as concerned about their own prom as I am about mine because if they were they wouldn't care enough to fuck up mine. Leave me the fuck alone, people. It isn't any of your goddamned business if I happen to talk to a guy a little more often that I did before. That does not mean that we are fucking by any means, even if he tells you that we are. So don't go calling my current prom date and tell him that I am fucking some guy because you saw us talking in the hallway, damnit.
I feel a little better now. But I am still pissed off at people in general. I swear it, I really don't want to involve myself with anyone in Clinton anymore. Too much shit gets talked.
Now I need to go and study for the test over The Old Man And The Sea, a.k.a. The Worst Reading Ever. I had a lot of respect for Hemmingway until I actually read his work. Maybe he just should have stuck to raising cats.
Mr. Wright reminded us that today is the 35th anniversary of the massacre at Kent State. Truly a sad day in our nation's history. Fuck Vietnam. I am so glad that I didn't live through that bullshit. Not that the war in Iraq is any better. Fuck war.
I am not a happy person right now. People in this town truly cannot mind their own business. People also can take hints. All I want is to have a calm, drama-free prom, but no. That would be too easy. I wish everyone were just as concerned about their own prom as I am about mine because if they were they wouldn't care enough to fuck up mine. Leave me the fuck alone, people. It isn't any of your goddamned business if I happen to talk to a guy a little more often that I did before. That does not mean that we are fucking by any means, even if he tells you that we are. So don't go calling my current prom date and tell him that I am fucking some guy because you saw us talking in the hallway, damnit.
I feel a little better now. But I am still pissed off at people in general. I swear it, I really don't want to involve myself with anyone in Clinton anymore. Too much shit gets talked.
Now I need to go and study for the test over The Old Man And The Sea, a.k.a. The Worst Reading Ever. I had a lot of respect for Hemmingway until I actually read his work. Maybe he just should have stuck to raising cats.