Who needs love? Not me. Who needs friends? I got me. Who needs drugs? Me! Who needs sex? I got me...
I survive off of crappy home made nachos and orange juice. It's depressing. I want ice cream.
Well I have this one teacher Mr. Brooks. Oh excuse me, PROFESSER Brooks. He kinda sucks. "There will be no eating or drinking in my class. No chewing gum. No clicking pens, snapping, cracking of any kind. If you can think it, don't do it." Ok so food and drinks I can understand. I think it's kinda lucky when a teacher lets you eat in class. No gum, I'll let it slide. But the rest of it I think is just being anal. And after spending three years in alternitive schools where you don't get homework (one with out grades. wtf?) and a year in the bridge program, which also has no homework, I'm going to have to get used to doing it. But the man assigns 100 pages (no lie) of random sentance structure, grammer, and punctuation exercises. I'm going to kill myself. The rest of my classes are fine, even math where my teacher barely speaks english. We're doing multiplication. My second grade teacher would be proud.
I dyed my hair black. I look asian. My dad says he doesnt like it. I tried dying the ends red with this loreal crap thats supposed to dye over dark colored hair. I have one red sploch in the back. Back when I dyed my hair red Natalie had tried to do the same thing, and it didnt work for her. So why the hell would I waste my money and time when it doesn't work? I don't know. I'll try again in a coupple days.
Who the hell listens to crust? Seriously. No one. But me. I tried to force Sarah to listen to some bands. I wonder if shes listened to it yet? Hmm? Asshole.
Well I have this one teacher Mr. Brooks. Oh excuse me, PROFESSER Brooks. He kinda sucks. "There will be no eating or drinking in my class. No chewing gum. No clicking pens, snapping, cracking of any kind. If you can think it, don't do it." Ok so food and drinks I can understand. I think it's kinda lucky when a teacher lets you eat in class. No gum, I'll let it slide. But the rest of it I think is just being anal. And after spending three years in alternitive schools where you don't get homework (one with out grades. wtf?) and a year in the bridge program, which also has no homework, I'm going to have to get used to doing it. But the man assigns 100 pages (no lie) of random sentance structure, grammer, and punctuation exercises. I'm going to kill myself. The rest of my classes are fine, even math where my teacher barely speaks english. We're doing multiplication. My second grade teacher would be proud.
I dyed my hair black. I look asian. My dad says he doesnt like it. I tried dying the ends red with this loreal crap thats supposed to dye over dark colored hair. I have one red sploch in the back. Back when I dyed my hair red Natalie had tried to do the same thing, and it didnt work for her. So why the hell would I waste my money and time when it doesn't work? I don't know. I'll try again in a coupple days.
Who the hell listens to crust? Seriously. No one. But me. I tried to force Sarah to listen to some bands. I wonder if shes listened to it yet? Hmm? Asshole.