Yeah, Well
I decided I wanted to make an entry after 7 years and 12 days, but came to realize Livejournal deleted my old account and wouldn't let me use my old name again because they're stupid, so here I am with a new, not as coo, name. I want to know how you can post by phone. I don't have any use or need, but I want to know HOW. Do you read it to a person?
I'm back into my fake-an-illness phase. I just felt too tired to move this morning, so I faced the wrath of God (my mother) and said I felt nauseous. Did I spell that right? It doesn't matter. I guess not much has changed since I last wrote, not that I remember when I last wrote, since LJ deleted my journal (thanks, again). I guess it wouldn't have been so hard to keep it up, but I was very sick for a month and the only moving that was done was from my bed to the doctor to the couch. The I was better and had to concentrate on getting my four F's up and did make up work until I died. The I had to resurrect myself and that took time and energy that could have been used for LJ, it seems.
For some reason it bothers me that I've only seen my dad once in six months and I don't know why because I don't like him and he treats my mom like a stranger at work now and he's just... stupid. The only thing he does that has to do with me is look up my absences and print them out to give to my mom to show her what a horrible mother she is for letting me have so many abbsences. And my grades. Nothing else. Shouldn't I be getting some important senior-type information? Why is it being held for ransom? The ransom being me, I suppose.
I might get a night guard, wooooooo! No, not someone to watch me through the night, but I piece of plastic in my mouth, even better. Yay for $800 pieces of plastic in my mouth.
I should do homework or shower or do something productive. Lawd knows Ah heah that Ah lazy often 'nuf... chillun'. I've been reading too much 'Their Eyes Were Watching God,' I don't mean to be racist. It's hard to read black speak.
Reese Kolar had the coolest room EVER.
I'm back into my fake-an-illness phase. I just felt too tired to move this morning, so I faced the wrath of God (my mother) and said I felt nauseous. Did I spell that right? It doesn't matter. I guess not much has changed since I last wrote, not that I remember when I last wrote, since LJ deleted my journal (thanks, again). I guess it wouldn't have been so hard to keep it up, but I was very sick for a month and the only moving that was done was from my bed to the doctor to the couch. The I was better and had to concentrate on getting my four F's up and did make up work until I died. The I had to resurrect myself and that took time and energy that could have been used for LJ, it seems.
For some reason it bothers me that I've only seen my dad once in six months and I don't know why because I don't like him and he treats my mom like a stranger at work now and he's just... stupid. The only thing he does that has to do with me is look up my absences and print them out to give to my mom to show her what a horrible mother she is for letting me have so many abbsences. And my grades. Nothing else. Shouldn't I be getting some important senior-type information? Why is it being held for ransom? The ransom being me, I suppose.
I might get a night guard, wooooooo! No, not someone to watch me through the night, but I piece of plastic in my mouth, even better. Yay for $800 pieces of plastic in my mouth.
I should do homework or shower or do something productive. Lawd knows Ah heah that Ah lazy often 'nuf... chillun'. I've been reading too much 'Their Eyes Were Watching God,' I don't mean to be racist. It's hard to read black speak.
Reese Kolar had the coolest room EVER.