as i don't, i don't do too much smiling these days. (patt. i'd like to thank you for listening to that song constantly. i'm obsessed. it's a growing addiction. it's amazing. ,#)
school was alright. all kinds of gangsta girls were talking to me about yesterday, saying i looked so messed up and stuff. i guess mister cote asked one of them if i said anything about drugs or anything to her. it was cool though, she said no. even though i did. i'm trying to get someone to kill someone for me. this stupid freshman cunt. i usually don't get mad like this. especially freshmen, but this girl..jesus. she's a bitch for absolutely no reason and i was already pissed off about eric god-ohm-ski (as pronounced) refusing to sit next to me because i'm "scary". he told me to get him a ruler or something and i was like "no. fuck you you pathetic piece of shit. get your own fucking ruler. oh, and while you're at it, get out of the ninth grade. how old are you? 17? that's sad. just die or something." erin hasn't taken her pills in a few days. can you tell?
Mad AIC Season: tell them hey look in my eyes...then say fuck u bitch!
Mad AIC Season: then flip em the bird and go outside and light up a nice cuban cigar
Mad AIC Season: thats what i would do
lock jawot hello: yea but you're nate
lock jawot hello: i'm erin
lock jawot hello: i'm just getting meagan harrison to scare her for me
Mad AIC Season: o dont be a whimp
Mad AIC Season: face em
Mad AIC Season: foo
Mad AIC Season: i need my dick sucked
-shakes head-
so anyway, shane's coming over soon. which is good because i'm extremely unhappy and he can probably be nice or something and make me less unhappy. i hope. i'm gonna go. leave comments to make me feel better. :[