What jim decieded to post twice in the same day???
Mood: frustrated/pissed Music: New kid- Finch
Jim posted twice... anyway, parents are gay... they haven't made me go to church in about 5 months... so they diecided that this sunday the day of my student council meeting, there angry with the sunday meetings... They blame the jewish girls... I explained that it was on a sunday because of sports and activities and such here's a clip of our conversation: "there's another meeting this sunday at noon"-me "what"-parents "I told you, you can't go to these sunday meetings"-Parents "why can't I go?" "were going to church"-p "why are we going now" "because we want to hear what the new minister has to say"-p "why do I have to go" "i told you as long as your in this house, we will expose you to things"-p "that's bull shit, there's no reason I should go to church, you can go but I have more important things" "we're going to church as a family"-p "the fuck we are" "what did you say, get back here"-p "I said fuck you too, that's bull shit, I'm not going to church I have an obligation" "we'll then you can't go"-p "yeah give them amunition" "your going to church"-p "I said fuck no" "your grounded..."-p "from what..." "everything"-p "good... more time to study for chem"
It's still going, I'm not grounded, there just angry... then the funniest part, my dad said, "actually hunny I was planing on going to work sunday..." mom-"oh, then I guess were not going"
welcome to my life.... I worked really hard to write these lyrics so I thought I'd post them again....
Vendetta red-"shatterday"
Our days are numbered 666 and I'll begin the countdown by calling off the circus somewhere in these cryptic scriptures I'll find myself drifing in a sky full of scars ,whoah , Scars they cut into you Blisters rose colored hue mayday we're going down These mascline memories are morose Your kerosene company is comatose Our days are numbered 321 And when you bit the bullet I held the smoking gun Somewhere in these violent volumes I'll find myself drifing in a sky full of scars ,whoah , Scars they cut into you Blisters rose colored hue And I would sick up half of my cold eye to set you on your head If I were you then I would memorize this loose lipped lullaby insted of waiting carving out your own I'll find myself drifing in a sky full of scars Scars they cut into you Blisters rose colored hue mayday we're going down
Blake (if you're on student council and you have a problem with me or something I said take it up with me and not post creul and demining comments behind my back... uh, stover, uh *cough*,amanda, *cough*) I'd throw viki in there, but she's not on the council....
Mood: frustrated/pissed
Music: New kid- Finch
Jim posted twice... anyway, parents are gay... they haven't made me go to church in about 5 months... so they diecided that this sunday the day of my student council meeting, there angry with the sunday meetings... They blame the jewish girls... I explained that it was on a sunday because of sports and activities and such here's a clip of our conversation:
"there's another meeting this sunday at noon"-me
"what"-parents
"I told you, you can't go to these sunday meetings"-Parents
"why can't I go?"
"were going to church"-p
"why are we going now"
"because we want to hear what the new minister has to say"-p
"why do I have to go"
"i told you as long as your in this house, we will expose you to things"-p
"that's bull shit, there's no reason I should go to church, you can go but I have more important things"
"we're going to church as a family"-p
"the fuck we are"
"what did you say, get back here"-p
"I said fuck you too, that's bull shit, I'm not going to church I have an obligation"
"we'll then you can't go"-p
"yeah give them amunition"
"your going to church"-p
"I said fuck no"
"your grounded..."-p
"from what..."
"everything"-p
"good... more time to study for chem"
It's still going, I'm not grounded, there just angry... then the funniest part, my dad said, "actually hunny I was planing on going to work sunday..." mom-"oh, then I guess were not going"
welcome to my life....
I worked really hard to write these lyrics so I thought I'd post them again....
Vendetta red-"shatterday"
Our days are numbered 666
and I'll begin the countdown by calling off the circus
somewhere in these cryptic scriptures
I'll find myself drifing in a sky full of scars ,whoah ,
Scars they cut into you
Blisters rose colored hue
mayday we're going down
These mascline memories are morose
Your kerosene company is comatose
Our days are numbered 321
And when you bit the bullet I held the smoking gun
Somewhere in these violent volumes
I'll find myself drifing in a sky full of scars ,whoah ,
Scars they cut into you
Blisters rose colored hue
And I would sick up half of my cold eye
to set you on your head
If I were you then I would memorize
this loose lipped lullaby insted of waiting
carving out your own
I'll find myself drifing in a sky full of scars
Scars they cut into you
Blisters rose colored hue
mayday we're going down
Blake
(if you're on student council and you have a problem with me or something I said take it up with me and not post creul and demining comments behind my back... uh, stover, uh *cough*,amanda, *cough*) I'd throw viki in there, but she's not on the council....
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