Back in Black (lol..good album too)
Well now...it's kind of awkward now...writing about how life is going. Basically I have subsided into the shadows of my own little world...I have found the true value of self and only being around those that love you most. I get up, go to school, go to work, and hang out with my boyfriend every week. It is a cycle that I have grown to accept. My friends don't talk to me anymore, and I've got a job that forbids me from weekday contact. I don't mind. I have no computer- my boyfriend has made it a computer experiment and I believe he has successfuly put an XBOX harddrive in it so I can play games on the good ole computer. I'm skeptical...still...but that's what he says. It's also running on Linux...a new frontier for me. I'll cope though, I always do. Anyways...school is good. I'm failing math and chem again...but it's ok. I'm working my way up. Next year's classes go as follows:
- AP Spanish V
- AP Psychology
- AP Computer Science(finally)
- Forensic Science (kick ass)
- Comperative Lit
- Algebra III
- Creative Writing
I was gonna take a break from tech stuff next year but I'm so close to that dual seal...I was demanded by Nelson to take Psych...she said it was "oh so right for me." I'm not scared of no AP exam! Traigalo mejor! Forensic Science is new and we get to play wiht BLOOD! NEATO!! Cpmperative Lit is new, and we are thematic instead of periodical. Algebra III....meh who cares...CREATIVE WRITING muy necesario por el Tannerman-o.
Now for the more depressing news...so first Paula D. dies. She was in my grade and it was kind of weird. Then, monday morning, Billy Reibly shot himself in the head. I knew him- no I adored him. I strived for his attention in my earlier years full of Anime and going partying with the older crowd. When I had his attention, I discarded it. But I still admired him. He was a crazy person. Very hardcore. Hell, anyone who pierces their nipple with a fish hook without it getting infected is pretty damn hardcore. I didn't find out about his suicide until thursday, the day of his funeral. I felt, and still feel highly confused. It's like whatever outer shell shielding me from the harsh reality of life was there has been completely shattered. I could do nothing but cry, because no matter what I could have said, it wouldn't have been enough to fix what had happened. At the time, I was listening to one of my new favorite albums, Vol 3: The Subliminal Verses by Slipknot, when EMily came through dressed up; a rare occasion indeed. I sat in shock of the news I had received, and I spent the rest of the day in tears. Every word triggered a memory, and work was harder than ever. Today it got to me again, because I had little to do. Even the assholes took pity on me. They tried to cheer me up with crude jokes, animal noises, and geese- feeding (that was hilarious though. Did ya know that they hiss if when they want you to do something?) .
This is life...and that is what has occured. OH yea...updated the cellular...Cingular service on Motorola V180. 770 335 7694 if you wanna check up on me. I'd appreciate the concern...
- AP Spanish V
- AP Psychology
- AP Computer Science(finally)
- Forensic Science (kick ass)
- Comperative Lit
- Algebra III
- Creative Writing
I was gonna take a break from tech stuff next year but I'm so close to that dual seal...I was demanded by Nelson to take Psych...she said it was "oh so right for me." I'm not scared of no AP exam! Traigalo mejor! Forensic Science is new and we get to play wiht BLOOD! NEATO!! Cpmperative Lit is new, and we are thematic instead of periodical. Algebra III....meh who cares...CREATIVE WRITING muy necesario por el Tannerman-o.
Now for the more depressing news...so first Paula D. dies. She was in my grade and it was kind of weird. Then, monday morning, Billy Reibly shot himself in the head. I knew him- no I adored him. I strived for his attention in my earlier years full of Anime and going partying with the older crowd. When I had his attention, I discarded it. But I still admired him. He was a crazy person. Very hardcore. Hell, anyone who pierces their nipple with a fish hook without it getting infected is pretty damn hardcore. I didn't find out about his suicide until thursday, the day of his funeral. I felt, and still feel highly confused. It's like whatever outer shell shielding me from the harsh reality of life was there has been completely shattered. I could do nothing but cry, because no matter what I could have said, it wouldn't have been enough to fix what had happened. At the time, I was listening to one of my new favorite albums, Vol 3: The Subliminal Verses by Slipknot, when EMily came through dressed up; a rare occasion indeed. I sat in shock of the news I had received, and I spent the rest of the day in tears. Every word triggered a memory, and work was harder than ever. Today it got to me again, because I had little to do. Even the assholes took pity on me. They tried to cheer me up with crude jokes, animal noises, and geese- feeding (that was hilarious though. Did ya know that they hiss if when they want you to do something?) .
This is life...and that is what has occured. OH yea...updated the cellular...Cingular service on Motorola V180. 770 335 7694 if you wanna check up on me. I'd appreciate the concern...