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alrighty.
well today started out as bad. Not horrible; just bad.
Because I like, tripped twice o_O (not onto the ground, though), and I didn't turn in a project today because I thought it was due Friday, some other stuff.
yeah.
my english teacher is a stupid mofo. she CALLED my damn house and said that I was quiter than normal. wtf is your problem, bitch? I've talked a hella lot this week. I bet she planned to make me that leader person. damn her. She also said that I didn't turn in my 150-point essay. uh, hello? yeah I did you blind mofo. I did the second day. and I printed the thing out and everything. damn bastard. she lies. about every. everything. EVERYTHING.
ahhh. but i love bruce almighty so much! it's good. it's good. it's GOOD.
XDDDDDDDDDDDDD
GAWD I LOVE THAT PART.
and the part where he's doing the live report.
onggggggggg.
funniest thing ever.
I'M GONNA ASK FOR THAT FOR CHRISTMASS. CHRIST-M-ASS. AND I DON'T CARE IF IT'S A YEAR OLD. I LOVE IT, ANYWAYS. HELL, YOU'RE MORE THAN A YEAR OLD BUT I LOVE YOU ANYWAYS, geeze.
But, anyways. my health homework is really neat.
wanna know why?
Oooooh.
bet you don't know why.
Oooooh. what now, PUNK?
*bobs head*
well, anyways.
It's: type the lyrics to your favorite song.
ONGZ!!!!!!!!1!
She said you have to re-type the lyrics from the site you find them out.
-sighs- I love copy and paste. (:
And I bet you can't guess what song I'm doing.
Oooooh. what NOW, punk?
XD
BET YOU CAN'T GUESS.
TEE-HEE.
back to being in my not-so-fantastic mood.
also. school is just plain stressing me out.
and i keep feeling really sick.
si i might stay home tomorrow.
if i say that i feel sick in the morning. then i can stay. probably.
but i won't.
because in the mornings, i don't feel sick then.
and then i could say yes, but i say no because i don't then.
GOD I HATE MY STUPID 'GUILT COINCIOUS.' AND YOU KNOW WHAT? DON'T CORRECT ME ON THAT STUPID SPELLING OF THE WORD. BECAUSE I SPELL NEARLY EVERYTHING RIGHT (except typos) AND YOU CRITISIZE ME ON ONE **two WORDS. GAWD. AND NOW I BET YOU'RE GOING TO CORRECT ME ANYWAYS JUST BECAUSE OF THAT. YOU'RE SO HATEFUL.
mah booooo.
Now Lucy and I will continue (or start) our evil plan: phase one.
well today started out as bad. Not horrible; just bad.
Because I like, tripped twice o_O (not onto the ground, though), and I didn't turn in a project today because I thought it was due Friday, some other stuff.
yeah.
my english teacher is a stupid mofo. she CALLED my damn house and said that I was quiter than normal. wtf is your problem, bitch? I've talked a hella lot this week. I bet she planned to make me that leader person. damn her. She also said that I didn't turn in my 150-point essay. uh, hello? yeah I did you blind mofo. I did the second day. and I printed the thing out and everything. damn bastard. she lies. about every. everything. EVERYTHING.
ahhh. but i love bruce almighty so much! it's good. it's good. it's GOOD.
XDDDDDDDDDDDDD
GAWD I LOVE THAT PART.
and the part where he's doing the live report.
onggggggggg.
funniest thing ever.
I'M GONNA ASK FOR THAT FOR CHRISTMASS. CHRIST-M-ASS. AND I DON'T CARE IF IT'S A YEAR OLD. I LOVE IT, ANYWAYS. HELL, YOU'RE MORE THAN A YEAR OLD BUT I LOVE YOU ANYWAYS, geeze.
But, anyways. my health homework is really neat.
wanna know why?
Oooooh.
bet you don't know why.
Oooooh. what now, PUNK?
*bobs head*
well, anyways.
It's: type the lyrics to your favorite song.
ONGZ!!!!!!!!1!
She said you have to re-type the lyrics from the site you find them out.
-sighs- I love copy and paste. (:
And I bet you can't guess what song I'm doing.
Oooooh. what NOW, punk?
XD
BET YOU CAN'T GUESS.
TEE-HEE.
back to being in my not-so-fantastic mood.
also. school is just plain stressing me out.
and i keep feeling really sick.
si i might stay home tomorrow.
if i say that i feel sick in the morning. then i can stay. probably.
but i won't.
because in the mornings, i don't feel sick then.
and then i could say yes, but i say no because i don't then.
GOD I HATE MY STUPID 'GUILT COINCIOUS.' AND YOU KNOW WHAT? DON'T CORRECT ME ON THAT STUPID SPELLING OF THE WORD. BECAUSE I SPELL NEARLY EVERYTHING RIGHT (except typos) AND YOU CRITISIZE ME ON ONE **two WORDS. GAWD. AND NOW I BET YOU'RE GOING TO CORRECT ME ANYWAYS JUST BECAUSE OF THAT. YOU'RE SO HATEFUL.
mah booooo.
Now Lucy and I will continue (or start) our evil plan: phase one.