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Dear Livejournal,
Friday was a weird day . . . no one was at school! I wished I could have ditched because by the time it got to 8th period I felt like a large pile of . . . dirt.
Think of sore throat,
headache,
STUPID runny nose.
yeah that's a nice visual.
Yeah, so I had to go to work yesturday with this cold. It wasn't as noticable yesturday as today, but now I feel like my head is going to explode, and I am going to die.
And I have to go to work again today.
So yeah, I probably contaminated your ice cream yesturday. I was working with this justin guy who doesn't talk that much and Jill again. I felt really stupid again yesturday, just because I felt like a whole lot of crap. Then Katie came in again. I love Katie! she's awesome. and I met Nathan's sister Rebecca. She seemed pretty cool . . . nicer than Nathan. lol jk.
When I left, I went to see "Stick It" with Rabia and Diane. It was pretty fun. Except at York Theatre, all the York Dorks! hang out there, so it was like fifty thousand 13 year old girls. It was an okay movie I guess, but it wasn't the best ever. There was some guy sitting next to Diane who kept laughing really hard at all the kind of, but not that funny parts. He was like jumping up in his chair. And someone had something that was making farting noises through the whole thing. It was really annoying. There would be like this touching moment and stuff. At first it was kind of funny, but then it just got really annoying.
The only thing that really bothered me about the actual movie was the fact that it completely changed by the end. i mean, it was about this girl who had quit gymnastics, and now she was forced to come back and compete after she had disqualified her team for the world championship. Then at the end, it was all the girls trying to get back at the judges for giving them bad scores for no reason. It was like competely different. And this girl that she used to hate, who I guess was the "bad guy" of the movie, just miracuously became her friend out of nowhere. I thought the ending was kind of crappy and predictable. The credits hadn't even come on, and people knew it was the ending.
So now I'm listening to this band, Transition that Mike told me to listen to. They are pretty good. They kind of sound like Relient K, so that's good.
I'm basically ranting right now aren't I? yeah. I think I should stop.
Well . . . but these last few weeks have been crazy, and the ones coming up are CRAZY. I think that's why I'm sick. Because I have all this stuff to do ALL the TIME! I never get a break anymore. I have to work, keep up with homework (and a research paper), go to after school stuff like band and key club, Behind the Wheel . . . and try to have a life. I think I'm stressing myself out way too much, and it's horrible. I can't wait until this year is over.
I just wish I could turn freaking 16 and get it all over with.
I wish my car was fixed.
I wish it were summer.
I wish . . .
I don't know.
I just filled out this bulliton too. It was about 8th grade, so of course that enraged me. It's not like my 8th grade year was that bad, it's just there are things that happened that I just don't want to remember. Such as: people who ruined my life. yeah. And what sucks is that they thought I was trying to hurt them, when I really hadn't been doing anything. So it was like I had friends that dumped me for no reason, but they thought they had a reason. I know we could still be friends now, but it's not possible. I think we were too different.
I can't even belive I'm writing this. Maybe I should make it a private entry. Or not.
Lately I've been discouraged about . . . the future believe it or not. I don't really know what I'm going to do in life. I know what I want to do, but there always seems to be a reason why I can't do something like that.
If you didn't know, I want to be a writer. I think I'm good at it at least. Not the stupid writing you do in English class. like books and stuff. Maybe journalism.
But everyone tells me the same things.
Everyone wants to be a writer, it's too competative.
You won't make any money.
I KNOW these things. But I don't want to write on the side. I want it to BE my life. When you write something out, it's like you can create whatever you want. Like when you read, you can escape and become someone else for awhile. You can imagine people's reactions to your work, and have something to be proud of.
I'm so confused about other things too. Religion. Do people have them these days? I thought I did. I haven't gone to church in like . . . a long time. I'm not even going to say. But the sad thing is, I can't say I ever believed any of the things that it was all about. But for some reason, I want to. But I don't know how I can. I know people who are deeply into religion, and people who don't care, or people who deeply believe in no religion. The thing is . . . i don't know what I believe. It's like I'm all those things at once just stuck in the middle.
I know people who are reading this probably don't even care right now. I guess I'll just go back to thinking about 'teenager' things and stop overly analysing the entire world.
Because who cares.
Friday was a weird day . . . no one was at school! I wished I could have ditched because by the time it got to 8th period I felt like a large pile of . . . dirt.
Think of sore throat,
headache,
STUPID runny nose.
yeah that's a nice visual.
Yeah, so I had to go to work yesturday with this cold. It wasn't as noticable yesturday as today, but now I feel like my head is going to explode, and I am going to die.
And I have to go to work again today.
So yeah, I probably contaminated your ice cream yesturday. I was working with this justin guy who doesn't talk that much and Jill again. I felt really stupid again yesturday, just because I felt like a whole lot of crap. Then Katie came in again. I love Katie! she's awesome. and I met Nathan's sister Rebecca. She seemed pretty cool . . . nicer than Nathan. lol jk.
When I left, I went to see "Stick It" with Rabia and Diane. It was pretty fun. Except at York Theatre, all the York Dorks! hang out there, so it was like fifty thousand 13 year old girls. It was an okay movie I guess, but it wasn't the best ever. There was some guy sitting next to Diane who kept laughing really hard at all the kind of, but not that funny parts. He was like jumping up in his chair. And someone had something that was making farting noises through the whole thing. It was really annoying. There would be like this touching moment and stuff. At first it was kind of funny, but then it just got really annoying.
The only thing that really bothered me about the actual movie was the fact that it completely changed by the end. i mean, it was about this girl who had quit gymnastics, and now she was forced to come back and compete after she had disqualified her team for the world championship. Then at the end, it was all the girls trying to get back at the judges for giving them bad scores for no reason. It was like competely different. And this girl that she used to hate, who I guess was the "bad guy" of the movie, just miracuously became her friend out of nowhere. I thought the ending was kind of crappy and predictable. The credits hadn't even come on, and people knew it was the ending.
So now I'm listening to this band, Transition that Mike told me to listen to. They are pretty good. They kind of sound like Relient K, so that's good.
I'm basically ranting right now aren't I? yeah. I think I should stop.
Well . . . but these last few weeks have been crazy, and the ones coming up are CRAZY. I think that's why I'm sick. Because I have all this stuff to do ALL the TIME! I never get a break anymore. I have to work, keep up with homework (and a research paper), go to after school stuff like band and key club, Behind the Wheel . . . and try to have a life. I think I'm stressing myself out way too much, and it's horrible. I can't wait until this year is over.
I just wish I could turn freaking 16 and get it all over with.
I wish my car was fixed.
I wish it were summer.
I wish . . .
I don't know.
I just filled out this bulliton too. It was about 8th grade, so of course that enraged me. It's not like my 8th grade year was that bad, it's just there are things that happened that I just don't want to remember. Such as: people who ruined my life. yeah. And what sucks is that they thought I was trying to hurt them, when I really hadn't been doing anything. So it was like I had friends that dumped me for no reason, but they thought they had a reason. I know we could still be friends now, but it's not possible. I think we were too different.
I can't even belive I'm writing this. Maybe I should make it a private entry. Or not.
Lately I've been discouraged about . . . the future believe it or not. I don't really know what I'm going to do in life. I know what I want to do, but there always seems to be a reason why I can't do something like that.
If you didn't know, I want to be a writer. I think I'm good at it at least. Not the stupid writing you do in English class. like books and stuff. Maybe journalism.
But everyone tells me the same things.
Everyone wants to be a writer, it's too competative.
You won't make any money.
I KNOW these things. But I don't want to write on the side. I want it to BE my life. When you write something out, it's like you can create whatever you want. Like when you read, you can escape and become someone else for awhile. You can imagine people's reactions to your work, and have something to be proud of.
I'm so confused about other things too. Religion. Do people have them these days? I thought I did. I haven't gone to church in like . . . a long time. I'm not even going to say. But the sad thing is, I can't say I ever believed any of the things that it was all about. But for some reason, I want to. But I don't know how I can. I know people who are deeply into religion, and people who don't care, or people who deeply believe in no religion. The thing is . . . i don't know what I believe. It's like I'm all those things at once just stuck in the middle.
I know people who are reading this probably don't even care right now. I guess I'll just go back to thinking about 'teenager' things and stop overly analysing the entire world.
Because who cares.