Room gets colder, I flash to when I once said...
"When I'm older, I'll keep it straight in my head."
It's 1:36. I don't know if the Livejournal time is right or not, I'm using my school computer. I am once again in computer keyboarding.
Danielle didn't come to school again. I'm pretty sure it has to do with the fiasco that happened yesturday with Pete, and the lack of Gas in the car... or the fact that she's sick. Whatever. She went to the doctors, and I had to come because they were late. She lost 4 pounds. She can't seem to keep her weight steady. She keeps losing weight, and it's extremly unhealthy. I know the doctor has told her these things before, over and over. -sighs- But then again, I keep losing weight too. It's acually kind of scary. I lost 22 pounds over the summer, and was to 150, and now I'm at like 143. It seems to keep going down. Which I guess is fine. -shrugs- I'm a little upset that Danielle wasn't in school today, because it's starting to get redicules. She NEVER makes a full week. She may not give two rats asses, but you know. . . It's for her own good. And often times, when she doesn't go to school, I don't see her all day. Or talk to her for that matter. I don't know right now, if she's at her house, or the hotel. And if she's at her house, then I wont be able to talk to her, because she doesn't have any phone. And, I'm riding the bus home, I'm not wasting my time walking home just to see if she's home or not. I'll just call the hotel when I get home, or something. -shrugs- I always have the feeling that she's avoiding me in the hallway these days. Like, when I wait for her at the top of the steps before she goes to Math, when she sees me she rolls her eyes like she's annoyed. If anyone should be annoyed, it's me. Get your butt to school, god damnit. When you have your own car, you can't give me those same old tired excuses. I don't care if they're true or not. -pauses- Let me rephrase that. When I have MY car, I'm going to drag your ass to school rather you feel good or not. I come to school no matter how shitty I feel. Unless of corse, I'm hugging a trash can. Lol... but you have a habit of not coming to school just because your throat hurts, or you're coughing. This, I can roll my eyes at, and have a reason to.
In any case, I've gotta get going. So I'll be done with my long winded rant. -nods-
It's 1:36. I don't know if the Livejournal time is right or not, I'm using my school computer. I am once again in computer keyboarding.
Danielle didn't come to school again. I'm pretty sure it has to do with the fiasco that happened yesturday with Pete, and the lack of Gas in the car... or the fact that she's sick. Whatever. She went to the doctors, and I had to come because they were late. She lost 4 pounds. She can't seem to keep her weight steady. She keeps losing weight, and it's extremly unhealthy. I know the doctor has told her these things before, over and over. -sighs- But then again, I keep losing weight too. It's acually kind of scary. I lost 22 pounds over the summer, and was to 150, and now I'm at like 143. It seems to keep going down. Which I guess is fine. -shrugs- I'm a little upset that Danielle wasn't in school today, because it's starting to get redicules. She NEVER makes a full week. She may not give two rats asses, but you know. . . It's for her own good. And often times, when she doesn't go to school, I don't see her all day. Or talk to her for that matter. I don't know right now, if she's at her house, or the hotel. And if she's at her house, then I wont be able to talk to her, because she doesn't have any phone. And, I'm riding the bus home, I'm not wasting my time walking home just to see if she's home or not. I'll just call the hotel when I get home, or something. -shrugs- I always have the feeling that she's avoiding me in the hallway these days. Like, when I wait for her at the top of the steps before she goes to Math, when she sees me she rolls her eyes like she's annoyed. If anyone should be annoyed, it's me. Get your butt to school, god damnit. When you have your own car, you can't give me those same old tired excuses. I don't care if they're true or not. -pauses- Let me rephrase that. When I have MY car, I'm going to drag your ass to school rather you feel good or not. I come to school no matter how shitty I feel. Unless of corse, I'm hugging a trash can. Lol... but you have a habit of not coming to school just because your throat hurts, or you're coughing. This, I can roll my eyes at, and have a reason to.
In any case, I've gotta get going. So I'll be done with my long winded rant. -nods-