I am the slacker, someone should really try and shoot me...
I have no life, and I'm perfectly fine spending my days at school in the photo room every chance I get.
Because this is MY life, and I get to live it the way I want.
So this means being the rebel and not going to choir...
She'll probably kill me, of course after I get accused of vandilizing the new pictures we've got hanging near the main office.
Oh my trust worthy friends of mine, do I even look like a kid who goes around an destroys other people's art?
It's offensive and I hate them for that.
AIMV!!!
God, I haven't even talked about it, because I haven't written in this crappy thing for the longest time, ever!!!!
Anyways, so I played my uke, sang a little bit of my own written songs, danced hula with my sis, Tani and Kiana, then corrupted what ever voice I had trying to sing "dry your tears Africa" in choir.
People dis the choir and they know shit about what we sound like.
They say, "well I can hear you through the door when I'm standing in the hallway."
You dumbass, you know NOTHING about music.
How do you hope to understand the beauty of music when you listen to it through doorways.
That's bullshit, pure ignorance and dumbassness.
God, it aches me!!!
I want to stab Zach in the eyes with my eye liner. The kid is a pure poseur, and I don't even know why I try to treat him like a human being. I know it's pretty harsh, and I once thought he was nice and friendly, but it's because he doesn't know shit about morals, and understanding.
That's what it's about.... people trying to be something they can't even define the word term of.
It irratates me, fakes...a world where no one can be themselves.
Or being themselves is being someone else, so you might as well be happy and accept it or live with it right?
No wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong and you'll never be right ever again.
Because this is MY life, and I get to live it the way I want.
So this means being the rebel and not going to choir...
She'll probably kill me, of course after I get accused of vandilizing the new pictures we've got hanging near the main office.
Oh my trust worthy friends of mine, do I even look like a kid who goes around an destroys other people's art?
It's offensive and I hate them for that.
AIMV!!!
God, I haven't even talked about it, because I haven't written in this crappy thing for the longest time, ever!!!!
Anyways, so I played my uke, sang a little bit of my own written songs, danced hula with my sis, Tani and Kiana, then corrupted what ever voice I had trying to sing "dry your tears Africa" in choir.
People dis the choir and they know shit about what we sound like.
They say, "well I can hear you through the door when I'm standing in the hallway."
You dumbass, you know NOTHING about music.
How do you hope to understand the beauty of music when you listen to it through doorways.
That's bullshit, pure ignorance and dumbassness.
God, it aches me!!!
I want to stab Zach in the eyes with my eye liner. The kid is a pure poseur, and I don't even know why I try to treat him like a human being. I know it's pretty harsh, and I once thought he was nice and friendly, but it's because he doesn't know shit about morals, and understanding.
That's what it's about.... people trying to be something they can't even define the word term of.
It irratates me, fakes...a world where no one can be themselves.
Or being themselves is being someone else, so you might as well be happy and accept it or live with it right?
No wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong and you'll never be right ever again.