Hearshot Kid Disaster
ok guys let me tell u how this journal is gonna work...honestly greg has been taken over and now has a split personality...one side of his face is peaceful and happy while the other has been torn apart by mad horrible rage...so i will be switchin bak n forth as i am torn apart by bliss n rage, good n evil, love n hate...so on and etc...just to warn u this crap is uber long and u really dont need to read the bad note shit...its just endless ranting on how my parentals piss me off...the good note is a must read tho!
on a bad note...
my dad is fucking pissin me off...i got 4 b's on my report card and he assumes all this fukin shit thats gaytastic to the millionth power...he doesnt understand how aim works and thinks it the source of all evil and bad grades...well i mean isnt it just obvious that aim is distracting me too much and thats why im not gettin the grade and TOTAL BULLSHIT!!!! wtf does aim hav to do with my grades? if anything it keeps from getting a total zero in dr. fuckin b's class which i got an a in pwned bitch! and math...sry that stanko takes off for every tiny doesnt matter thing like degrees symbols in my work!!!! and that she takes off 1/2 pts cuz i dont put a big fukin red C by the problems i get right on hw (sry i kno this sounds like a lot of excuses and stanko isnt a bad teacher...im just uber pissd... and haha doin her hw in other classes probly doesnt help the grade ne)...o and simpson...oh simpson...that fat bitch cant teach at all...she gives us gay busy work and coloring...hey simpson bitch! this is hon 3 lit not 2nd grade art class!!!!! o wtf giv me the damn crayon... and damn right i dont pay attention at all...and i kno she hates me but i really dont give a shit...i hav zero respect for her as a teacher...i got a fukin 89.7 in her class and she was "feelin really bad about it" obviously not that bad whore! and piper...i dont really care bout her anymore and on that note i really dont care bout latin either...twas so easy with grabowski!!! who speaks latin?!?!? but for goshen i was damn proud of myself for a b in that class i dont care what u say that class is bitchin hard and we hav essays times ten...
o ya and then my dad brought up his highschool yrs...wow...just wow...he tells me he didnt take half as many hard classes as i do and took zero ap classes...but he did well cuz he was determined and wanted the grade...dont feed me this bullshit!!! i came from u and seeing as how im lazy as hell and procrastinate as much as i do i highly doubt u gave 110 fukin percent all the time...o and then he decides to talk bout sats...which i hav yet to take!@#$%#@$%!!! anger!!!...sry i havent even taken the fukin SAT so dont hav any scores...yet im still getting lectured cuz i didnt get a 1360 on a test i DIDNT TAKE YET?!?!?!?!?!!??!?!?!what the fuck? o and apparently the difference between an a and a b is the difference between colleges...sry simpson is fukin gay and cant round!!! haha round! that describes her perfectly...
o well...sry guys for the ranting...
on a good note...
today was long at first but it got betta...we had the mu alpha theta induction ceremony which tj missed :(...it was uber early and i was rediculously tired...still am...the food was ok tho...the mornin was just boring but lunch is always good...neways the rest of the day was ok...someone told me something really cool that made me really happy and the rest of the day was cool after that...
we had practice afterwards which was alright...coach put the guys in two fours and we had to do these 15 min piece thingies...well coach was tellin teh other boat that he expected us to do better and they were talkin shit sayin tehy were gonna kick our asses...
so in the name of honor we kicked their asses...they complained and bitched but we all kno theres a winner and the rest are losers...and the plain truth is they lost! we werent suppose to really race...but our manly pride was at stake...yet we proved our beastlyness...so the next round we just fucked around and chilled...brian and i sang songs of luv to each other...then we attempted to serrenade the other boat but they didnt enjoy...thos fukin whores haha...so then we serrenaded delaney but she didnt approve either...and poor brian and timmy they just cant seem to get it together always arguin over there luv...haha
o ya i forgot! today on simpsons quiz she asked how pearl and h(cant remember name) were related and i said they were tight like an index and middle finger...and i drew a diagram and labeled it for ms simpsons understanding
anyways after practice brian and i went to cumberland farms as tradition...no hobos from bm this time (cuz all the hobos weve met so far...3 i think...hav all gone to bm!!!)...but we talked bout good times then i went home...
talk to u all tomorra...
have you ever heard the lyrics he sang?
in his thoughtful transmission the words lost sentence remain
sing his song, sing his song loud
structure will you be the engineer?
where's your song or have you lost the key or tone?
on a bad note...
my dad is fucking pissin me off...i got 4 b's on my report card and he assumes all this fukin shit thats gaytastic to the millionth power...he doesnt understand how aim works and thinks it the source of all evil and bad grades...well i mean isnt it just obvious that aim is distracting me too much and thats why im not gettin the grade and TOTAL BULLSHIT!!!! wtf does aim hav to do with my grades? if anything it keeps from getting a total zero in dr. fuckin b's class which i got an a in pwned bitch! and math...sry that stanko takes off for every tiny doesnt matter thing like degrees symbols in my work!!!! and that she takes off 1/2 pts cuz i dont put a big fukin red C by the problems i get right on hw (sry i kno this sounds like a lot of excuses and stanko isnt a bad teacher...im just uber pissd... and haha doin her hw in other classes probly doesnt help the grade ne)...o and simpson...oh simpson...that fat bitch cant teach at all...she gives us gay busy work and coloring...hey simpson bitch! this is hon 3 lit not 2nd grade art class!!!!! o wtf giv me the damn crayon... and damn right i dont pay attention at all...and i kno she hates me but i really dont give a shit...i hav zero respect for her as a teacher...i got a fukin 89.7 in her class and she was "feelin really bad about it" obviously not that bad whore! and piper...i dont really care bout her anymore and on that note i really dont care bout latin either...twas so easy with grabowski!!! who speaks latin?!?!? but for goshen i was damn proud of myself for a b in that class i dont care what u say that class is bitchin hard and we hav essays times ten...
o ya and then my dad brought up his highschool yrs...wow...just wow...he tells me he didnt take half as many hard classes as i do and took zero ap classes...but he did well cuz he was determined and wanted the grade...dont feed me this bullshit!!! i came from u and seeing as how im lazy as hell and procrastinate as much as i do i highly doubt u gave 110 fukin percent all the time...o and then he decides to talk bout sats...which i hav yet to take!@#$%#@$%!!! anger!!!...sry i havent even taken the fukin SAT so dont hav any scores...yet im still getting lectured cuz i didnt get a 1360 on a test i DIDNT TAKE YET?!?!?!?!?!!??!?!?!what the fuck? o and apparently the difference between an a and a b is the difference between colleges...sry simpson is fukin gay and cant round!!! haha round! that describes her perfectly...
o well...sry guys for the ranting...
on a good note...
today was long at first but it got betta...we had the mu alpha theta induction ceremony which tj missed :(...it was uber early and i was rediculously tired...still am...the food was ok tho...the mornin was just boring but lunch is always good...neways the rest of the day was ok...someone told me something really cool that made me really happy and the rest of the day was cool after that...
we had practice afterwards which was alright...coach put the guys in two fours and we had to do these 15 min piece thingies...well coach was tellin teh other boat that he expected us to do better and they were talkin shit sayin tehy were gonna kick our asses...
so in the name of honor we kicked their asses...they complained and bitched but we all kno theres a winner and the rest are losers...and the plain truth is they lost! we werent suppose to really race...but our manly pride was at stake...yet we proved our beastlyness...so the next round we just fucked around and chilled...brian and i sang songs of luv to each other...then we attempted to serrenade the other boat but they didnt enjoy...thos fukin whores haha...so then we serrenaded delaney but she didnt approve either...and poor brian and timmy they just cant seem to get it together always arguin over there luv...haha
o ya i forgot! today on simpsons quiz she asked how pearl and h(cant remember name) were related and i said they were tight like an index and middle finger...and i drew a diagram and labeled it for ms simpsons understanding
anyways after practice brian and i went to cumberland farms as tradition...no hobos from bm this time (cuz all the hobos weve met so far...3 i think...hav all gone to bm!!!)...but we talked bout good times then i went home...
talk to u all tomorra...
have you ever heard the lyrics he sang?
in his thoughtful transmission the words lost sentence remain
sing his song, sing his song loud
structure will you be the engineer?
where's your song or have you lost the key or tone?