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So I have a few things going on. Some funny, some serious.. some rediculous.
Some funny. Everyone, and i do mean EVERYONE i have talked to are worried about exams. Listen, everyone i talk to doesn't let themselves get anything under a B. An exam grade is only worth 20% of ones grade. Therefore, if you get a C on your exam, but have gotten B's throughout the last two marking periods.. quit your bitching, you will pass the fricking class. Enjoy your friends and school life while you have it. Who cares what your parents think.
Some serious. I can think of most of my dramas as being serious. Only a few choice words i will ever say on here. I've learned to keep my family life offline, so don't expect to read anything serious from that aspect. Better yet.. I should just skip this one completely before i offend.
Some rediculous. I understand that with highschool, come groups of comfort friends. I understand that stepping a friend out of your comfort.. is hard. I even understand that talking to someone, yet alone asking for something back from someone you don't talk to, is very diffucult. However, if it is something that is as serious as money issue, even losing friend issue, you NEED to step out and talk. A few weeks ago, band was marching outdoors and it was warm. Quite warm, infact, that everyone lost a layer of clothing. Some honestly LOSING.
I was wearing a warm leather jacket. Black, to me exact. I asked Alison to set it down for me, so i didn't have to march around with this big black jacket out in the hot sun. She said yes, and hung it on the fence for me. Bickle dismissed us, i took my jacket and walked at a fast rate to my third hour. Not knowing that lowandbehold i was carrying another jacket. Until, of course, later that day. It was lindsey gaardee....whatever....s jacket, and i did not know that. I don't know who number 17 is, i don't CARE who number 17 is. i took it. thinking, hey, you know, if it were that important, someone would file a missing jacket report and send it to the police (its THAT fucking important, excuse my mouth.) but no one did. I wore this jacket everywhere for a few days. Justine then said it was lindseys, so i figure.. hey she'll ask for it nicely, i'll hand it back nicely. No big deal.
BOY OH F'ING BOY WAS I FUCKING WRONG. excuse my mouth, again. The SMALL SMALL CHILD OF A GIRL had to make it the biggest deal you'd ever SEEN. She asked justine to ask for it back, and i forgot to bring it. then i started to think about it. No, you know, ask for it yourself if you want it that bad. You lost it, i found it, ask for it back. If she would've asked around THE DAY SHE LOST IT (instead of almost three WEEKS later) maybe she could have saved herself from telling on me, more like tattling on me like a kindergartener. This is not elementary, i will not bite your head off, i wouldve given the god damn jacket back the day i found it, if you would've been a little mature about it.
I'm almost thinking about just keeping the god damn thing. But no, we wouldn't want the po po to be in it, now would we? Because i know the thirty cents of the jacket would be worth the fight.
Whyyyy... my daddy can beat up her daddy!!!!!
GROW UP.
Maybe next year people will realize that they are not on a thrown, they are not any more special, any more rich, any more worth of a person than I am. And I, my friend, am the best person your eyes will ever lay on.
Some funny. Everyone, and i do mean EVERYONE i have talked to are worried about exams. Listen, everyone i talk to doesn't let themselves get anything under a B. An exam grade is only worth 20% of ones grade. Therefore, if you get a C on your exam, but have gotten B's throughout the last two marking periods.. quit your bitching, you will pass the fricking class. Enjoy your friends and school life while you have it. Who cares what your parents think.
Some serious. I can think of most of my dramas as being serious. Only a few choice words i will ever say on here. I've learned to keep my family life offline, so don't expect to read anything serious from that aspect. Better yet.. I should just skip this one completely before i offend.
Some rediculous. I understand that with highschool, come groups of comfort friends. I understand that stepping a friend out of your comfort.. is hard. I even understand that talking to someone, yet alone asking for something back from someone you don't talk to, is very diffucult. However, if it is something that is as serious as money issue, even losing friend issue, you NEED to step out and talk. A few weeks ago, band was marching outdoors and it was warm. Quite warm, infact, that everyone lost a layer of clothing. Some honestly LOSING.
I was wearing a warm leather jacket. Black, to me exact. I asked Alison to set it down for me, so i didn't have to march around with this big black jacket out in the hot sun. She said yes, and hung it on the fence for me. Bickle dismissed us, i took my jacket and walked at a fast rate to my third hour. Not knowing that lowandbehold i was carrying another jacket. Until, of course, later that day. It was lindsey gaardee....whatever....s jacket, and i did not know that. I don't know who number 17 is, i don't CARE who number 17 is. i took it. thinking, hey, you know, if it were that important, someone would file a missing jacket report and send it to the police (its THAT fucking important, excuse my mouth.) but no one did. I wore this jacket everywhere for a few days. Justine then said it was lindseys, so i figure.. hey she'll ask for it nicely, i'll hand it back nicely. No big deal.
BOY OH F'ING BOY WAS I FUCKING WRONG. excuse my mouth, again. The SMALL SMALL CHILD OF A GIRL had to make it the biggest deal you'd ever SEEN. She asked justine to ask for it back, and i forgot to bring it. then i started to think about it. No, you know, ask for it yourself if you want it that bad. You lost it, i found it, ask for it back. If she would've asked around THE DAY SHE LOST IT (instead of almost three WEEKS later) maybe she could have saved herself from telling on me, more like tattling on me like a kindergartener. This is not elementary, i will not bite your head off, i wouldve given the god damn jacket back the day i found it, if you would've been a little mature about it.
I'm almost thinking about just keeping the god damn thing. But no, we wouldn't want the po po to be in it, now would we? Because i know the thirty cents of the jacket would be worth the fight.
Whyyyy... my daddy can beat up her daddy!!!!!
GROW UP.
Maybe next year people will realize that they are not on a thrown, they are not any more special, any more rich, any more worth of a person than I am. And I, my friend, am the best person your eyes will ever lay on.