I'm boring
My life has got to be the most boring life of anyone I know. I even get in trouble and am punished in the most boring ways. Like right now, I have seven hours of detention for being tardy to class quite a few times and cutting one class. It doesn't get much more boring than that. I felt horrible because I told Steve I'd try to meet him in the center of town and I ended up not being able to because of, yet again, the seven hours of detention.
I want to go to Steve's school, and if I can't, I want to stop going to school altogether. There's no point in being here, in making my best efforts simply to fail. I mean, I probably deserve to be stuck here for not stepping out of the line I march and making my life less boring, but I'd like to think that I don't.
Anyway, I waxed my eyebrows off (although if you really want to get technical, she and her friend Rachel waxed them for me) while I was at Laurel's house over the weekend. She also dyed my hair dark pink. I think that my face looks nicer without eyebrows, although I have gotten a lot of reactions--most were of shock, approving or not. My face looks a lot smoother. I feel less flawed. And anyway, it feels like now that such an artificial layer is gone, maybe people will be able to better see me, and not just the unappealing mask and the unsatisfactory body I've been given for this life.
Alright, I'm tired of writing now. ADHD strikes. Maybe I'll write later, maybe not.
I don't feel like getting yelled at by the crazy librarian lady again, anyway.
I want to go to Steve's school, and if I can't, I want to stop going to school altogether. There's no point in being here, in making my best efforts simply to fail. I mean, I probably deserve to be stuck here for not stepping out of the line I march and making my life less boring, but I'd like to think that I don't.
Anyway, I waxed my eyebrows off (although if you really want to get technical, she and her friend Rachel waxed them for me) while I was at Laurel's house over the weekend. She also dyed my hair dark pink. I think that my face looks nicer without eyebrows, although I have gotten a lot of reactions--most were of shock, approving or not. My face looks a lot smoother. I feel less flawed. And anyway, it feels like now that such an artificial layer is gone, maybe people will be able to better see me, and not just the unappealing mask and the unsatisfactory body I've been given for this life.
Alright, I'm tired of writing now. ADHD strikes. Maybe I'll write later, maybe not.
I don't feel like getting yelled at by the crazy librarian lady again, anyway.