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I'm really bored and annoyed and ready to scratch my eyes out. I don't even know where to start. This entry is going to contain a lot of bitching so if you're not in the mood for it stop reading now.
So let's see. I haven't left the house all day because my mom is a fucking slut and thinks I'm going to get blown away by the hurricane. We were watching the Weather Channel all day and the hurricane wasn't even heading towards where i live. My mom was well aware of that fact also, mind you. Me and Bea were going to go to a movie but 'the weather was too severe outside'. And then when I calmly try to explain to my mother that I don't like her very much, she starts bitching about how she hopes the new baby will appreciate her more, etc. I remember when she first found out she was pregnant and someone asked me how I felt about it and I said, "I feel damn sorry for that baby." I'm still sticking to that.
Also, I miss my brother. He's in Vermont because my parent's don't know how to raise children, so they sent him there so that someone else could. I wonder where they'll send me? I hope it's somewhere spiffy like Antarctica! Anyway, yea so he's coming down for like a day sometime in early September, but my mom says I probably won't see him. Then I told her I was going to kick her ass ;]. Then I decided not to because they might call the police and I'd be arrested for aggravated battery. That wasn't a joke, by the way.
Other than that, I'm still struggling with my shallow problem of wanting a boyfriend. Maybe my standards are too high? I don't think that's it though because I've sunken pretty low before...not literally. You dirty minded freaks. I had a goal of meeting a nice scene boy to play with (not dirty once again) but it seems they all have ugly girlfriends. Thus, I feel like poking my eyes out with a plastic spork.
I bitch too much.
Le sigh.
So let's see. I haven't left the house all day because my mom is a fucking slut and thinks I'm going to get blown away by the hurricane. We were watching the Weather Channel all day and the hurricane wasn't even heading towards where i live. My mom was well aware of that fact also, mind you. Me and Bea were going to go to a movie but 'the weather was too severe outside'. And then when I calmly try to explain to my mother that I don't like her very much, she starts bitching about how she hopes the new baby will appreciate her more, etc. I remember when she first found out she was pregnant and someone asked me how I felt about it and I said, "I feel damn sorry for that baby." I'm still sticking to that.
Also, I miss my brother. He's in Vermont because my parent's don't know how to raise children, so they sent him there so that someone else could. I wonder where they'll send me? I hope it's somewhere spiffy like Antarctica! Anyway, yea so he's coming down for like a day sometime in early September, but my mom says I probably won't see him. Then I told her I was going to kick her ass ;]. Then I decided not to because they might call the police and I'd be arrested for aggravated battery. That wasn't a joke, by the way.
Other than that, I'm still struggling with my shallow problem of wanting a boyfriend. Maybe my standards are too high? I don't think that's it though because I've sunken pretty low before...not literally. You dirty minded freaks. I had a goal of meeting a nice scene boy to play with (not dirty once again) but it seems they all have ugly girlfriends. Thus, I feel like poking my eyes out with a plastic spork.
I bitch too much.
Le sigh.