(no subject)
ok i'll tell you about my day before i go off to watch fuse, or read a book i just got. w/e i pick.
so i dress up in the morning, and i have my hair in braids. my mom practically forces me to wear these stupid little pink flower thingies at the ends of my braids, which i take off in disgust. they make u look like a five year old. so my mom got mad and i told her that i should be able to wear wut i want, i'm not a little kid. well she decides she doesn't want to go to warped tour anymore. she says i'm not going to become a rocker. i hate her. honestly i do. she is the biggest %$&$&@^*@*@^*@ ever. i hope she'll change her mind before august. she would of said green day too, but we already got the tickets, THANK GOD.
i cannot take having her around. she doesn't like anything that does something that is not her style. she's a fucking dictator. hitler looks like a doormat compared to her. she's probably meaner than hitler too. no really she is. again, i hate her. and i hate my dad for never coming anymore. and my grandma is no better either, she says my mom should've beat me when i wuz a kid and then i wouldn't have such an attitude. yes, sometimes i bitch at them, but that's just because i'm sick of it all. they all gang up on me because of every little thing i do. if there's a sock on the floor i'm the most unorganized person in the world. and she (mom) keeps calling me a rocker. i hate her (for the 10000000 x infinity time)
jesus i'm just so damn depressed. i just feel like crying. why do i get stuck with these people? i mean i get good grades and (tempting as it is) i haven't run away or anything.
the only good points of the day: i got a shirt i like and the tag says
"Original designs brought to
you by the demented minds of
clinically insane artists.
Each piece took a lot of time
to design and produce...
so enjoy!!!
the other thing is that my throat hurts, so maybe i'm getting sick and i don't have to go to rapids tomorrow. i hope. i mean really, a day with my class? i'm going to go insane.
excuse me while i quickly go search for a boarding school and proceed to read my book.
so i dress up in the morning, and i have my hair in braids. my mom practically forces me to wear these stupid little pink flower thingies at the ends of my braids, which i take off in disgust. they make u look like a five year old. so my mom got mad and i told her that i should be able to wear wut i want, i'm not a little kid. well she decides she doesn't want to go to warped tour anymore. she says i'm not going to become a rocker. i hate her. honestly i do. she is the biggest %$&$&@^*@*@^*@ ever. i hope she'll change her mind before august. she would of said green day too, but we already got the tickets, THANK GOD.
i cannot take having her around. she doesn't like anything that does something that is not her style. she's a fucking dictator. hitler looks like a doormat compared to her. she's probably meaner than hitler too. no really she is. again, i hate her. and i hate my dad for never coming anymore. and my grandma is no better either, she says my mom should've beat me when i wuz a kid and then i wouldn't have such an attitude. yes, sometimes i bitch at them, but that's just because i'm sick of it all. they all gang up on me because of every little thing i do. if there's a sock on the floor i'm the most unorganized person in the world. and she (mom) keeps calling me a rocker. i hate her (for the 10000000 x infinity time)
jesus i'm just so damn depressed. i just feel like crying. why do i get stuck with these people? i mean i get good grades and (tempting as it is) i haven't run away or anything.
the only good points of the day: i got a shirt i like and the tag says
"Original designs brought to
you by the demented minds of
clinically insane artists.
Each piece took a lot of time
to design and produce...
so enjoy!!!
the other thing is that my throat hurts, so maybe i'm getting sick and i don't have to go to rapids tomorrow. i hope. i mean really, a day with my class? i'm going to go insane.
excuse me while i quickly go search for a boarding school and proceed to read my book.