As I Gracefully Raze The Pyramid Sun
I am planning on writing this post over the whole night, making it longer and longer and shittier and shittier. It seems as if my life is just repeating itself over and over again. My days all seem the same, routine and tedious. It sincerely has no meaning. I wasn't needed in yearbook today for a little while, so Evan gave me a break, and I just walked around the school because I had nothing useful to do. It just made me realize how useless I am. I used to be excited coming home from school each day, now I find myself apathetic to everything. I'd rather stay in school. At least it would give me something to do. It's probably just a phase and me being a sissy little bitch, but it feels like shit.
As I get older I realize how much I've changed and how much I've lost. I remember how adamant I used to be about people pronouncing my name right. I hardly give a shit anymore. But, I hardly have anything to say for how much I've grown. What can I say about what I've done in my life? How have I made an impact at all? This is such a downer. I apologize.
Oh, bitches, my driver's test appointment is in February. And it's not like it's early February, it's the 23rd. What the hell? The dumbasses at TopDriver estimated December. Assholes... I mean, c'mon, that's a two month difference. I could've estimated that. That's like a weatherman not getting within twenty degrees of the actual temperature. I bet it was that dumbass loser with a ponytail. I mean what the hell? He has a ponytail. It's 2005! Jesus Christ, even Scott Gladstein cut off his wimpy lookin' rat's tail or whatever the fuck they're called. It was either that faggy lookin' jerk-off, or that crazy butch-dyke. She chain smokes outside before each class, and apparently wanted her fuckin' job. Who wants to be a phone-answering keyboard-mashing secretary for a fucking Driver's Ed class? It's a fucking Plan B, bitch! The only redeeming factor about that place is Bob, and he's retiring. I hope when he leaves, that fucking shit-hole burns down and ponytail-boy and butt-sucker go down in the inferno.
I hate rain. And I know Abby and Ellen are going to give me shit for this, but for Christ's sakes its been a week of rain. I feel like we're in England, and I hate the British. Fuckin' limeys. We're superior to you Americans because we eat shit for food. And the accents sound like dried horse shit being ground through a combine.
I'm trying to see if I can reach 24 hours on AIM. It's not that much but I never did it before. And it's not like a I planned this out, I just forgot to shut it down last night. We'll see.
Tomorrow i have to stay after school to work on yearbook again, because we were just given our assignments, and our first deadline is MONDAY. Thanks for giving us three days, fuckers. Evan's pretty stressed out, as they are his balls in a vice if I hand shit in late. But I won't. Tomorrow the whole sports section (Evan, Morgan Mooney, and I) are staying until we finish our pages. I hope to god i'm not in the school until 7. I would have to kill Sameer for sport, adorn my walls with his carcass, and retire to Haiti where i would use my political connections to score some fine Haitian whores.
Damn the man.
As I get older I realize how much I've changed and how much I've lost. I remember how adamant I used to be about people pronouncing my name right. I hardly give a shit anymore. But, I hardly have anything to say for how much I've grown. What can I say about what I've done in my life? How have I made an impact at all? This is such a downer. I apologize.
Oh, bitches, my driver's test appointment is in February. And it's not like it's early February, it's the 23rd. What the hell? The dumbasses at TopDriver estimated December. Assholes... I mean, c'mon, that's a two month difference. I could've estimated that. That's like a weatherman not getting within twenty degrees of the actual temperature. I bet it was that dumbass loser with a ponytail. I mean what the hell? He has a ponytail. It's 2005! Jesus Christ, even Scott Gladstein cut off his wimpy lookin' rat's tail or whatever the fuck they're called. It was either that faggy lookin' jerk-off, or that crazy butch-dyke. She chain smokes outside before each class, and apparently wanted her fuckin' job. Who wants to be a phone-answering keyboard-mashing secretary for a fucking Driver's Ed class? It's a fucking Plan B, bitch! The only redeeming factor about that place is Bob, and he's retiring. I hope when he leaves, that fucking shit-hole burns down and ponytail-boy and butt-sucker go down in the inferno.
I hate rain. And I know Abby and Ellen are going to give me shit for this, but for Christ's sakes its been a week of rain. I feel like we're in England, and I hate the British. Fuckin' limeys. We're superior to you Americans because we eat shit for food. And the accents sound like dried horse shit being ground through a combine.
I'm trying to see if I can reach 24 hours on AIM. It's not that much but I never did it before. And it's not like a I planned this out, I just forgot to shut it down last night. We'll see.
Tomorrow i have to stay after school to work on yearbook again, because we were just given our assignments, and our first deadline is MONDAY. Thanks for giving us three days, fuckers. Evan's pretty stressed out, as they are his balls in a vice if I hand shit in late. But I won't. Tomorrow the whole sports section (Evan, Morgan Mooney, and I) are staying until we finish our pages. I hope to god i'm not in the school until 7. I would have to kill Sameer for sport, adorn my walls with his carcass, and retire to Haiti where i would use my political connections to score some fine Haitian whores.
Damn the man.