The Sky Always Falls when It's Placid
I am so tired, and I am such a lazy ass. I've yet to go change my classes at the public school. Oh well, they'll deal until Tuesday. I never went back by the private school to get my records from them, so we'll see how that blows over with the public school system.
I haven't talked to my ex in a while. She never went and got her permit the day she said she was. I don't know if she's got it yet, or not. But she really needs to hurry up. Having her riding in the front seat with me makes me feel so damn old, and she's bleedy older than me!
Drama rama in the life right now, people. JJ is trying to start shit with Bitty (at least, we think it's JJ,) and if it is, I so have first dibs on the mother fucker. That's when the hidden razorblades start popping out all over the damn place, mother fucker! And Chad's having trouble with this want-to-be gay white punk who wants to try and jump Chad with Chad's boyfriend, Orin, laying right next to him, while Chad's sleeping! That's my Puerto Rican gay Chadalis! HELL NO! Chad walks out of his bathroom after taking a shower, and the dumbass is laying on his bed in just his boxers. Fuck that!
Mm, what else is going on? I'm definately moving out the day I turn eighteen. I'm moving in with my cousin, getting a third shift job, and finishing my last five months of high school. Then I'll go to college, keep the third shift job, and work my ass through my Ph.D.
I guess that's it. A lot of drama, a lot of bullshit, and a lot of being overly exhausted. I'm playing 'mom' until Monday morning, so whoo! I have to get up at six-something every morning, and I don't end my day until around two/three in the morning. Loverly, let me tell you. Love-er-ly!
Ah, yes. Band camp starts on the twenty-seventh, and ends on the twenty-ninth. So yeah, no updates until the thirtieth on those things. What's today? The fourteenth? I have a pap smear scheduled on the twentieth. Mm, I have a psych appointment on Monday, whatever day that is...the eighteenth? Tres yum. Fun fun fun! Take care!
Fun fun fun, 'til my daddy took the TV away-a-a-aaa.
I haven't talked to my ex in a while. She never went and got her permit the day she said she was. I don't know if she's got it yet, or not. But she really needs to hurry up. Having her riding in the front seat with me makes me feel so damn old, and she's bleedy older than me!
Drama rama in the life right now, people. JJ is trying to start shit with Bitty (at least, we think it's JJ,) and if it is, I so have first dibs on the mother fucker. That's when the hidden razorblades start popping out all over the damn place, mother fucker! And Chad's having trouble with this want-to-be gay white punk who wants to try and jump Chad with Chad's boyfriend, Orin, laying right next to him, while Chad's sleeping! That's my Puerto Rican gay Chadalis! HELL NO! Chad walks out of his bathroom after taking a shower, and the dumbass is laying on his bed in just his boxers. Fuck that!
Mm, what else is going on? I'm definately moving out the day I turn eighteen. I'm moving in with my cousin, getting a third shift job, and finishing my last five months of high school. Then I'll go to college, keep the third shift job, and work my ass through my Ph.D.
I guess that's it. A lot of drama, a lot of bullshit, and a lot of being overly exhausted. I'm playing 'mom' until Monday morning, so whoo! I have to get up at six-something every morning, and I don't end my day until around two/three in the morning. Loverly, let me tell you. Love-er-ly!
Ah, yes. Band camp starts on the twenty-seventh, and ends on the twenty-ninth. So yeah, no updates until the thirtieth on those things. What's today? The fourteenth? I have a pap smear scheduled on the twentieth. Mm, I have a psych appointment on Monday, whatever day that is...the eighteenth? Tres yum. Fun fun fun! Take care!
Fun fun fun, 'til my daddy took the TV away-a-a-aaa.