German engineering in da housee-aahhh
I never know how to start these. It's unbelievably intimidating to look at a blank page of anything.
Melissa... You are too good to me. You have no idea. None of you do.
Guess I'll write about my day.. That should be a decent topic.
I cried at lunch today.
I suck at life. Seriously.
I found out I'm failing not only math, but Spanish and Biology as well. I'm not so sure if I'm failing english.
I was passing biology with a solid C+, until THE coolest student teacher had to leave. That leaves us with Ms. Murray, the actual teacher. Now, I had nothing against her in the beginning, but I'm wondering why she seems to pick on Bosten all the time.
Take today, for example. I showed Bosten something in my book, and she goes berserk at Bosten for listening to me. I tell her that I aws the one talking, and she doesn't believe me and sends Bosten to sit somewhere else. This has happened on more than one occasion (sp?).
Alright. No big deal. Minor annoyance. Keep on drumming in class, bitch.
So we get the report cards back. I'm failing biology. Went from a C+ straight to an F.
Shit.
Sorry for my lack of.. Mature-ness.. But fuck you kerri. Fuck you in all your pampered gloriness. Noone cares that you got a passing grade in biology while others fail. Noone cares.
Ugh.
So, It looks like I'm on the Mission Bay 5-Year Plan, like I thought. No big deal. I'll finish out high school, however long that takes, find a job, and go from there. No college, because it's just not a good idea for me.
Yes, I know there are grants and loans and other ways of getting through college.
I also know that if I:
A) Pay my way through college, I'll be wasting my money, I'll go broke, and end up living with my parents. Again.
B) Get a loan, I'll go broke, only this time with debt, and end up living with my parents. Again.
C) Get a scholarship somehow, I'll be wasting other people's money, go broke, and end up living with my parents. Again.
Hooray for the game of fucking yourself over. Or is it life? I get confused between the two.
I need to talk to Melissa's dad about drums... Soon.
I don't know what i'll do if I can't get a drumset.
Well, sorry if I seemed completely immature, and/or pathetic in any of that. Sorry I'm not good enough for you. Sorry I'm such a fucking failure. Sorry for soiling your holy ground.
I'm tired...
Melissa... You are too good to me. You have no idea. None of you do.
Guess I'll write about my day.. That should be a decent topic.
I cried at lunch today.
I suck at life. Seriously.
I found out I'm failing not only math, but Spanish and Biology as well. I'm not so sure if I'm failing english.
I was passing biology with a solid C+, until THE coolest student teacher had to leave. That leaves us with Ms. Murray, the actual teacher. Now, I had nothing against her in the beginning, but I'm wondering why she seems to pick on Bosten all the time.
Take today, for example. I showed Bosten something in my book, and she goes berserk at Bosten for listening to me. I tell her that I aws the one talking, and she doesn't believe me and sends Bosten to sit somewhere else. This has happened on more than one occasion (sp?).
Alright. No big deal. Minor annoyance. Keep on drumming in class, bitch.
So we get the report cards back. I'm failing biology. Went from a C+ straight to an F.
Shit.
Sorry for my lack of.. Mature-ness.. But fuck you kerri. Fuck you in all your pampered gloriness. Noone cares that you got a passing grade in biology while others fail. Noone cares.
Ugh.
So, It looks like I'm on the Mission Bay 5-Year Plan, like I thought. No big deal. I'll finish out high school, however long that takes, find a job, and go from there. No college, because it's just not a good idea for me.
Yes, I know there are grants and loans and other ways of getting through college.
I also know that if I:
A) Pay my way through college, I'll be wasting my money, I'll go broke, and end up living with my parents. Again.
B) Get a loan, I'll go broke, only this time with debt, and end up living with my parents. Again.
C) Get a scholarship somehow, I'll be wasting other people's money, go broke, and end up living with my parents. Again.
Hooray for the game of fucking yourself over. Or is it life? I get confused between the two.
I need to talk to Melissa's dad about drums... Soon.
I don't know what i'll do if I can't get a drumset.
Well, sorry if I seemed completely immature, and/or pathetic in any of that. Sorry I'm not good enough for you. Sorry I'm such a fucking failure. Sorry for soiling your holy ground.
I'm tired...