shmeh*
shmeh. yes. shmeh. i have very little to say. i truly do. but watch me type for a whole half of an hour. because i simply have nothing better to do. i lied. i do. i need to be writing a paper for mrs hazam's class. she didn't like the one i wrote in 10th grade. i managed to get 102% on it then. (?) que es la problema? could it be that no hablo espanol con gramitica cierto? i dunno...
i decided that my topic will stay the same. the only difference will basically be the entire thing. i'm not going to thank those bi***es for welcoming me to RHS. because they didn't. i had do ask to sit with them in april. thats oh 7 or 8 months into the school year. i'm going to write about my real friends. friends like rob faille, christina, ben staton, matt beckett, kathleen, tamara pilgrim and so forth. those people that welcomed me from the start and were genuinely kind. yes. i became "friends" with these horrible witches i ended up eating lunch with...but why? only because they wouldn't put condoms on my apple juice bottle, or talk about dick, or read the book of mormon out loud all lunch. thats basically it. because they were safe. well ya know what? safety isn't everything. your comfort zone is NOT everything. your comfort zone is really just your escape. and your escape will end up turning around, and burning off your lips, prior to slitting your throat. they will emotionally scar you, and waste a whole two years of your time and input. they will waste all the energy you put into pouring your heart out into them. because they'll turn around and pour it into the friggin chesapeake like its some nitrogen and phosphorus infested chemical, only causing algae blooms on the water's surface, preventing any underwater grass to grow. this my friends, is water pollution. and a waste of my sleepy time. i could have been snoozing and i had to write two whole stupid papers (one of which was overdue)...i could have been taking my much needed nap. but instead i had to sit up, use my brain, and think of clever humorous things to say to these preppy, judgmental young ladies, so that they would accept me, and be my good friends. oh they were my good friends alright. lets say good friend: =
** someone who will sit there in silence and listen to all your problems
** someone who will talk to you on the phone and advise you on things she has no experience in anyway
** someone who will hear about your emotional problems and your suicidal tendencies mixed with some self destruction on the side and say "kelly please don't do that. i like you. and it hurts me when you hurt"
** someone who will tell you that you look cute no matter how fat or ugly you are, as long as she looks pretty with her makeup caked on and her abercrombie polos with curly bangs.
** someone who will encourage you dating an asshole, for the sole purpose of achieving a rung a few steps higher on the social ladder/get their very first special kiss from some hottie who really just wants to fu** her. and dip out.
** someone who will hear you playing on of your favorite songs which happens to revolve around family issues, and say "kelly, you can't have any. you have a twin. and three older siblings. and you live in a big yellow house on a hill in clifton, and your parents are still together" ...ya know, because ur house and location of ur house. and legal documents stating bondage between husband and wife mean no problems at all right...
** will say you look cute when you're wearing abercrombie, hollister, or AE
** will only take picture of you while wearing this apparel
** will absorb your secrets like a sponge, then go share them with other girls, and go to someone else for emotional encouragement
** will call anyone who cuts, burns, or hurts themselves in any way shape or form, creepy and freaks...
** will be as fake as hilary duff just to get you to cover her shift
** will turn around and refer to you as the "hook up girl" because of one slip up. and a distorted/twisted/abnormally painful relationship
** will tell one of her friends she wants to be a virgin when she gets married and then turn around and tell another one that she wants to lose her virginity in college
** will mimic everything you do/ say after hanging out with her for two weeks straight
NOW. THIS IS A GOOD FRIEND. RIGHT HERE. WHO WOULDN'T WANT THIS FRIEND AS A FRIEND!?
i'm going to talk about people like eric koucheravy, rob faille, nate, christina, eliza, ben staton, dan chapin, rob currer, don nguyen, ramen noodles, james waffocles connolly, taylor, and liz powell.
real friends. people who listen. people who relate. or simply care. people who defend your back when ur not looking. people who recognize who synthetic some people are. people who are themselves. people who don't look like every magazine. people who tell you exactly what they think of you whether good or bad. people that walked up and started talking to me just to say hello and ask if i was new. people who give you a hug even if you don't say ur having a bad day. people who love u because you're u. thats who i am going to type about.
i decided that my topic will stay the same. the only difference will basically be the entire thing. i'm not going to thank those bi***es for welcoming me to RHS. because they didn't. i had do ask to sit with them in april. thats oh 7 or 8 months into the school year. i'm going to write about my real friends. friends like rob faille, christina, ben staton, matt beckett, kathleen, tamara pilgrim and so forth. those people that welcomed me from the start and were genuinely kind. yes. i became "friends" with these horrible witches i ended up eating lunch with...but why? only because they wouldn't put condoms on my apple juice bottle, or talk about dick, or read the book of mormon out loud all lunch. thats basically it. because they were safe. well ya know what? safety isn't everything. your comfort zone is NOT everything. your comfort zone is really just your escape. and your escape will end up turning around, and burning off your lips, prior to slitting your throat. they will emotionally scar you, and waste a whole two years of your time and input. they will waste all the energy you put into pouring your heart out into them. because they'll turn around and pour it into the friggin chesapeake like its some nitrogen and phosphorus infested chemical, only causing algae blooms on the water's surface, preventing any underwater grass to grow. this my friends, is water pollution. and a waste of my sleepy time. i could have been snoozing and i had to write two whole stupid papers (one of which was overdue)...i could have been taking my much needed nap. but instead i had to sit up, use my brain, and think of clever humorous things to say to these preppy, judgmental young ladies, so that they would accept me, and be my good friends. oh they were my good friends alright. lets say good friend: =
** someone who will sit there in silence and listen to all your problems
** someone who will talk to you on the phone and advise you on things she has no experience in anyway
** someone who will hear about your emotional problems and your suicidal tendencies mixed with some self destruction on the side and say "kelly please don't do that. i like you. and it hurts me when you hurt"
** someone who will tell you that you look cute no matter how fat or ugly you are, as long as she looks pretty with her makeup caked on and her abercrombie polos with curly bangs.
** someone who will encourage you dating an asshole, for the sole purpose of achieving a rung a few steps higher on the social ladder/get their very first special kiss from some hottie who really just wants to fu** her. and dip out.
** someone who will hear you playing on of your favorite songs which happens to revolve around family issues, and say "kelly, you can't have any. you have a twin. and three older siblings. and you live in a big yellow house on a hill in clifton, and your parents are still together" ...ya know, because ur house and location of ur house. and legal documents stating bondage between husband and wife mean no problems at all right...
** will say you look cute when you're wearing abercrombie, hollister, or AE
** will only take picture of you while wearing this apparel
** will absorb your secrets like a sponge, then go share them with other girls, and go to someone else for emotional encouragement
** will call anyone who cuts, burns, or hurts themselves in any way shape or form, creepy and freaks...
** will be as fake as hilary duff just to get you to cover her shift
** will turn around and refer to you as the "hook up girl" because of one slip up. and a distorted/twisted/abnormally painful relationship
** will tell one of her friends she wants to be a virgin when she gets married and then turn around and tell another one that she wants to lose her virginity in college
** will mimic everything you do/ say after hanging out with her for two weeks straight
NOW. THIS IS A GOOD FRIEND. RIGHT HERE. WHO WOULDN'T WANT THIS FRIEND AS A FRIEND!?
i'm going to talk about people like eric koucheravy, rob faille, nate, christina, eliza, ben staton, dan chapin, rob currer, don nguyen, ramen noodles, james waffocles connolly, taylor, and liz powell.
real friends. people who listen. people who relate. or simply care. people who defend your back when ur not looking. people who recognize who synthetic some people are. people who are themselves. people who don't look like every magazine. people who tell you exactly what they think of you whether good or bad. people that walked up and started talking to me just to say hello and ask if i was new. people who give you a hug even if you don't say ur having a bad day. people who love u because you're u. thats who i am going to type about.