grrrrrrrrrrrr
yesterday was random. today was frustrating.
yesterday after school i drove carolyn home and we just chatted and drove around and had fun. then we went to ia to get some action. actually, carolyn had to pick up an old piece of artwork (i had no idea this girl was an artist) and we saw EVERYBODY we knew EXCEPT tiffany. lol. where was she when i need her? no. and carolyn is talking to everyone and im like standing there, just me. like TOTAL product of public schools. ia seems cool. like i might have wanted to go there. but im a lot different cuz i went to seaholm. i think seaholm forced me to be an individual. well, i dont know how much of an individual i am, but im not afraid to be loud and fun and do things my own way. id prolly be quiet if i went to ia. who knows? guess ill never know.
then we drove carolyn home and i had some time to kill so i went to go put a note on marc's car at roeper. tho, the note never made it ON his car, cuz while i was trying to figure out where his car was, like marc and 20 people come streaming out of the door screaming jack. it was funny. so we visited.
then, omg, the best. i met up with becky and alix to solicit donations from people door to door in the quarton lake neighborhood for voulenteer detroit (rebuilding old houses in detroit) for diversity club and it was hilarious. cuz alix was wearing some gorgeous but revealing top and beckee was beckee wearing her heels and her tight clothing. so it was fun. we just made fun of people.
typical response: "i dont have any money to give you this month"
translation: "i havent recieved my social security check in ages"
typical response: "my mom is in the shower, can you come back later"
translation: "my mom is using a 14" leather dildo and doesnt want to be disturbed. dont come back."
we got $25 in one block. but, hey, its not about the money? no, it was definatley fun tho.
then the planning board meeting which i wish was not on cameras cuz i TOTALLY would have slept through it.
today sucked. woke up late, blew off the writing group thing (now two days late.... rab is gonna have my ass [and eat it too])
had mrs. roger's father come in and talk about hitler. but he kept telling old war stories and HE WOULDNT SHUT UP. he was supposed to take 100 minutes, but he took 200. he was funny tho. hed just laugh at himself for hours upon end.
i SEE where mrs. rogers gets it from.
went out to lunch (aka cigarette break) with abby and just chilled. twas fun. shes an AMAZING poet.
then i cam home. grrr. i told my mom i was going out to dinner with matt and marc (tho, its just marc) and she has the biggest problem with it. like, she thinks matt and marc are worse for me than jake was. like, she never met jake. but just because i flipped out over matt, like REALLY liked him and when they told me i couldnt ever see him i FLIPPED OUT for an entire weekend (only to cheat and still see him). OF COURSE your son is gonna flip out when he is told he cannot be with people of the same species that he likes. but theyve chilled out now. like, if one of you girls wasnt allowed to see anybody with a penis. please. fuck it. that makes me mad. they dont like matt because he calls his dad hitler (they know this cuz they read my emails once) and they dont like marc cuz..... hmmm..... why dont they like marc? they dont think theyre good for me. i think theyre better for me than a lot of people are. why? they never met either one of them and theyre flipping out that i want to have dinner with them. big fucking deal. oh well. who gives?
is it just me or are my parents extremely gay?
its like, theyll let me go, but they dont want me to be with them. "well talk about it when you get home." uh huh. make me feel guilty. my mom has SERIOUS issues. this is the same woman who told me that this is my life and i can do what i want with it. like she told me to have sex. but she STILL restricts who i CAN and CANNOT see? bogus. gay bogus.
fuck YOU. yah YOU.
in other news, jake and i talked. and i realized that it wont be possible for me to keep this anger up forever. tho i will for a little while.
give me two months (jack time).
fuck it.
yesterday after school i drove carolyn home and we just chatted and drove around and had fun. then we went to ia to get some action. actually, carolyn had to pick up an old piece of artwork (i had no idea this girl was an artist) and we saw EVERYBODY we knew EXCEPT tiffany. lol. where was she when i need her? no. and carolyn is talking to everyone and im like standing there, just me. like TOTAL product of public schools. ia seems cool. like i might have wanted to go there. but im a lot different cuz i went to seaholm. i think seaholm forced me to be an individual. well, i dont know how much of an individual i am, but im not afraid to be loud and fun and do things my own way. id prolly be quiet if i went to ia. who knows? guess ill never know.
then we drove carolyn home and i had some time to kill so i went to go put a note on marc's car at roeper. tho, the note never made it ON his car, cuz while i was trying to figure out where his car was, like marc and 20 people come streaming out of the door screaming jack. it was funny. so we visited.
then, omg, the best. i met up with becky and alix to solicit donations from people door to door in the quarton lake neighborhood for voulenteer detroit (rebuilding old houses in detroit) for diversity club and it was hilarious. cuz alix was wearing some gorgeous but revealing top and beckee was beckee wearing her heels and her tight clothing. so it was fun. we just made fun of people.
typical response: "i dont have any money to give you this month"
translation: "i havent recieved my social security check in ages"
typical response: "my mom is in the shower, can you come back later"
translation: "my mom is using a 14" leather dildo and doesnt want to be disturbed. dont come back."
we got $25 in one block. but, hey, its not about the money? no, it was definatley fun tho.
then the planning board meeting which i wish was not on cameras cuz i TOTALLY would have slept through it.
today sucked. woke up late, blew off the writing group thing (now two days late.... rab is gonna have my ass [and eat it too])
had mrs. roger's father come in and talk about hitler. but he kept telling old war stories and HE WOULDNT SHUT UP. he was supposed to take 100 minutes, but he took 200. he was funny tho. hed just laugh at himself for hours upon end.
i SEE where mrs. rogers gets it from.
went out to lunch (aka cigarette break) with abby and just chilled. twas fun. shes an AMAZING poet.
then i cam home. grrr. i told my mom i was going out to dinner with matt and marc (tho, its just marc) and she has the biggest problem with it. like, she thinks matt and marc are worse for me than jake was. like, she never met jake. but just because i flipped out over matt, like REALLY liked him and when they told me i couldnt ever see him i FLIPPED OUT for an entire weekend (only to cheat and still see him). OF COURSE your son is gonna flip out when he is told he cannot be with people of the same species that he likes. but theyve chilled out now. like, if one of you girls wasnt allowed to see anybody with a penis. please. fuck it. that makes me mad. they dont like matt because he calls his dad hitler (they know this cuz they read my emails once) and they dont like marc cuz..... hmmm..... why dont they like marc? they dont think theyre good for me. i think theyre better for me than a lot of people are. why? they never met either one of them and theyre flipping out that i want to have dinner with them. big fucking deal. oh well. who gives?
is it just me or are my parents extremely gay?
its like, theyll let me go, but they dont want me to be with them. "well talk about it when you get home." uh huh. make me feel guilty. my mom has SERIOUS issues. this is the same woman who told me that this is my life and i can do what i want with it. like she told me to have sex. but she STILL restricts who i CAN and CANNOT see? bogus. gay bogus.
fuck YOU. yah YOU.
in other news, jake and i talked. and i realized that it wont be possible for me to keep this anger up forever. tho i will for a little while.
give me two months (jack time).
fuck it.