Relief.
Yo tomo el examen de espanol este manana. I probably didnt even say that right. Good thing I have the Rosetta Stone from Daniel. I hope to learn myself much more of this language things. Tolko po Ruski. Then, escribo en po Ruski y Espanol. Just like my journal. Then one day, when I die, someone will find all my journals and think, "what a smart girl, she can speak three languages". When in reality, I just bullshit my way through most of it, and probably can't even count correctly in either three. one two three four five six seven eight nine ten. uno dos tres cuatro cinco seis siete ocho nueve dies. odin dva tre chetyure pyat shast seem vossem devit desit. Of course Russian doesn't translate into English letters, completely different alphabet. I WILL LEARN IT THOUGH!
Art and I saw Blue Oyster Cult last night. We left part way through REO speedwagon since it was a little too 70's ish for us. SO MANY FAT PEOPLE!! I could not believe how many fat guts I saw. At least 50 percent of all people over 25 were 25 pounds overweight, and the little tubby children running around made me sick. Like this fat bitch in front of me right now. FUCKING HUGE!! Rolls cut into by elastic bands on clothing. How can a person get like this? How can people be so lazy and nasty. It makes me want to humiliate them in public so they know how sick they are. Art and I thought about it, we really did. Some people don't want others to know their prejudices, but I will shoult from every rooftop how fucking nasty fat people are. I really hate them. They bitch about how hard it is to walk, or do anything, how hot it is, how they need their car so they can drive three blocks. They eat so much meat and consume so much more. IT is their whole state of mind, "I NEED THIS OR I WILL DIE". Well, I'd like to take it all away from them so they would. Don't even get me stated on air conditioning. SICK!
Tomorrow I am going to go to Lake Harbor Park to pick mullberries and swim. This will be the first day in almost a month that I didn't have to do anything. SOOOOO NICE.
I am very tired of people. I'm sick of them using my house to get fucked up at. They eat my food, drink the booze, and keep me up at night. None of them work, or do anything productive, and I can't stand it anymore. I've become quite a bitch to people, but I'm sick of how lazy they are. I get up everyday at 8 so I can get my shit done. They complain if they have to get up by noon. I am bewildered by that notion. I don't understand lazy people, but I dislike them very much. I've started to post signs around my house telling people to keep out of the food, or whatnot. The fact that I have to do this is irritating. I am not some little fuck up kid, I am a respectful person (of most) and I do not steal people's food. I dont' like having any of them around. NONE.
Art caught Gabe smoking crack in the bathroom yesterday. How many times have we caught him? He lied of course, but Art knew what was going on. I had just biked home from school and walked in on Art sniffing out the bastard. We yelled, and said the same thing we always do. I don't want that kid at my house. He brings over shady people. His girlfriend's dad is always over trying to get blow (not sharing any) and doing it in front of his 16 year old daughter! Well, I've spoken up, and this should stop. This is not a drug house. We do not work and try to keep our shit together for idiots to take advantage of us. Art has grown up a lot in the past year, and niether of us want this crap around anymore.
Everyone (but a select few) can go to hell. I've become quite antisocial lately, and I wish people would respect that.
Art and I saw Blue Oyster Cult last night. We left part way through REO speedwagon since it was a little too 70's ish for us. SO MANY FAT PEOPLE!! I could not believe how many fat guts I saw. At least 50 percent of all people over 25 were 25 pounds overweight, and the little tubby children running around made me sick. Like this fat bitch in front of me right now. FUCKING HUGE!! Rolls cut into by elastic bands on clothing. How can a person get like this? How can people be so lazy and nasty. It makes me want to humiliate them in public so they know how sick they are. Art and I thought about it, we really did. Some people don't want others to know their prejudices, but I will shoult from every rooftop how fucking nasty fat people are. I really hate them. They bitch about how hard it is to walk, or do anything, how hot it is, how they need their car so they can drive three blocks. They eat so much meat and consume so much more. IT is their whole state of mind, "I NEED THIS OR I WILL DIE". Well, I'd like to take it all away from them so they would. Don't even get me stated on air conditioning. SICK!
Tomorrow I am going to go to Lake Harbor Park to pick mullberries and swim. This will be the first day in almost a month that I didn't have to do anything. SOOOOO NICE.
I am very tired of people. I'm sick of them using my house to get fucked up at. They eat my food, drink the booze, and keep me up at night. None of them work, or do anything productive, and I can't stand it anymore. I've become quite a bitch to people, but I'm sick of how lazy they are. I get up everyday at 8 so I can get my shit done. They complain if they have to get up by noon. I am bewildered by that notion. I don't understand lazy people, but I dislike them very much. I've started to post signs around my house telling people to keep out of the food, or whatnot. The fact that I have to do this is irritating. I am not some little fuck up kid, I am a respectful person (of most) and I do not steal people's food. I dont' like having any of them around. NONE.
Art caught Gabe smoking crack in the bathroom yesterday. How many times have we caught him? He lied of course, but Art knew what was going on. I had just biked home from school and walked in on Art sniffing out the bastard. We yelled, and said the same thing we always do. I don't want that kid at my house. He brings over shady people. His girlfriend's dad is always over trying to get blow (not sharing any) and doing it in front of his 16 year old daughter! Well, I've spoken up, and this should stop. This is not a drug house. We do not work and try to keep our shit together for idiots to take advantage of us. Art has grown up a lot in the past year, and niether of us want this crap around anymore.
Everyone (but a select few) can go to hell. I've become quite antisocial lately, and I wish people would respect that.