This is the End
so...ive been sent away im at hopewell high and no one gives a fuck but its expected. no one reads this this is strictly for venting purposes. the fact that i dont live in waldorf anymore has just hit me recently and it really stings. everyday i go into this different school with these different faes and this different way of living and didnt realize how much i was used to waldorf. suppose its good im gone though. i needed a change. miss people though...not everyone. i hate our president and this shit with the supreme court and the hurricane ahs me pissed as hell. john roberts can shove that chief justice gavel up his ass cause he doesnt deserve it. hell even if he really did shove it up his ass on national television hed still get in cause thats what bush wants and guess what folks? everyone making any decisions is now republican!! and therefore bush and cheny control them all like little puppets and anything that happens is all them. but i digress. i dont have much left anymore and what i do have i dont have much of. everyday something more dissapointing happens and my reasons for living are dwindling down to a mere like maybe 2. cause my dad has a girlfriend he loves more than me and thats how i got kicked out of my house you see. this school up here doesnt care about me and if i dont graduate cause of their seperate requirements they still sleep easy. any social life i once had is now smoldering in hell now instead i spend weekends at a laundromat cleaning up after chikdren from hell. no ones making it easier ive got a court date coming up and who know how much itll cost ive got about 300 saved up. theatre. thats one of the reasons ive continued to bother to get out of bed in the morning. that and my grandfather will find anything to bitch about no matter what the most minute thing will get you a 15 minute rant on the stupidest shit. one time he walked in the room and i was holding the remote to the television and he went ballistic taling about how often they have to change the batteries in the remote cause im always fuckin around with it. i also hear about the evils of staying up past 930 and drinking more than one coke a day. music is automatically too loud if you can hear it within 5 feet of wherever its being played. locking doors is blasphemic. hell just diong anything if hes in a bad mood gets you bitched out. i hear everyday about how my dads a fuck up and im living proof. my grandmother loves me and the womans a saint i swear it. ive never met anyone whos any nicer...or cooks any better. she lives to keep everypne happy which makes me feel bad but thats the german family structure...you know what i almost totally forgot...im so fucking happy. my aunt told me that theres going to be a def poetry jam next weekend at william and mary and i get to go with her...attending one of these has been a lifes ambition of mine for at least three years...the only other goal i have is to be in the damn thing but fat chance. anyways...i dont love like or even continue to be tolerant of you so fuckoff and never come back im miserable and youll never see me again this is the last you will ever hear of Nathan Allen Finley and i hope youve enjoyed the miserable times ive provided for each and every person whos never ever going to read this. peace.