Lord of the Flies can suck my cock.
I had to do this take home test today for English, I put it off all week so I'm doing it now. Its easy, but I'm pretty sure I'll get a sucky grade, because thats what always happens. I'm really not looking forward to going to school tomarrow, My mom thinks we don't have it, so IDK, maybe we don't? I want to do good this quarter though, so I'm going to try and go as much as possible, no more of this I don't feel like going shit, I need to buckle down or else I won't be ready for the regents. Today is Easter, and I'm in the worst mood ever. My mom got me a basket, its the thought that really counts, but I already have the magazine she got me, and the candy she got me is kind of gross. Whatever, I didn't get anything for her so her giving me something makes me feel even more like shit. I can't wait till I get a job, I have so much I want to repay her in for these years of my life that I've taken from her. I'm so miserable, and I don't know why. I guess I need to get all dressed up and go to my Grandma Joan's house for dinner. Joy. Family memebers who I don't want to see, and little kids running around. I think I might just sit in one chair, not eat, and read the whole time. I don't like ham anyway. I couldn't sleep last night, so I watched Mexicans do stand up comedy all night on comedy central. I've been in a bad mood for the past day or so, and i haven't a clue why. I've gotten to see Eric a good amount of times, not enough maybe, but I don't think thats the reason why I'm sad. I guess its because I've actually realized that I'm a shitty friend maybe? I hardly hung out with mary this whole week, scratch that I saw her once. If it was this time last year, I would have been over her house probably all week. I hate having things be different, but maybe its just me thats different now. I suck at talking to her now it seems, I dont know why. I miss seeing her, and knowing exactly what she's talking about, when most of the time, she talks about inside jokes between her and someone else. That someone else used to be me, and she would be telling someone about how much fun we have. I hate this, I need to step up and start calling her again, its not that I don't want to, its because well, I don't even know why. Its not a bad reason I don't want to, I think its because I'm actually lazy to leave my house sometimes. yeah well I'm going to stop complaining like a whiny little bitch now, so see you later.