FUCK. YOU. STUPID. PEOPLE.
FUCKING FUCK.
Today was the first day of school for me. It started out good, you know. I have every class with Melissa, so I'll always have a friend. I got into college writing, which seems like it'll be interesting. Math shouldn't be bad because Mr. Rice seems awesome. I'm going to forget everything I ever learned from that dumbass Shashura, because she could never teach in the first place. Other classes seem like they'll be boring, but what else is fucking new?
Tyler didn't get lost, and he seemed to have a good day, so I'm glad for that.
Now to band practice. Perpare for major swearage (not a word, but fuck it, I don't give a damn).
Sat with Kevin. Thank God I did, because bless his SWEET HEART he was the one who calmed me down a little before I cussed at every FUCKING LITTLE KID THERE WHO DIDN'T TRY. When he told me he loved me, I felt loved for the first time in A LONG TIME. You want to know why I love that boy so much? THAT'S WHY. Even if he has a girlfriend, he always has time for me. The only people he can trust in this world, he once told me, is Vicki...and me. ME. There's another reason why I love him. One of these days I'm going to hug him and tell him how much he means to me. He just doesn't realize it, but trust me, HE WILL.
But anyway, going away from Kevin for a moment...
People don't know how to march IN A STRAIGHT LINE. Since when was a straight line equal to something that looked like a rainbow or a fucking snake?! DAMMIT, IT IS NOT THAT HARD, PEOPLE. I KNOW you go to Beth Center, but FOR CRYING OUT LOUD. IT'S COMMON FUCKING SENSE. And then there's me. Amber Cecchine, section leader of the trumpets and president of the whole band, marching AND concert. I take charge, and people, just to piss me off probably, don't listen to me. Well, FUCK ALL OF YOU, BECAUSE I'M NOT YOUR FUCKING MOTHER. HALF OF YOU AREN'T EVEN WORTH GOING THROUGH THE PAIN OF BIRTH. JUST DIE. YOU KNOW WHO YOU FUCKING ARE. Oh, especially that stupid little CHILD Patrick. I could seriously kill him. He smarts off to me again, and it's all FUCKING OVER. I MEAN IT. This is pathetic. My band is pathetic, and I'm telling you, it's not my fault. IT'S THEIR FAULT BECAUSE THEY REFUSE TO DO WHAT THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO DO. ARGH, there isn't even a good SWEAR WORD FOR THEM. They don't DESERVE a good swear word. They're worthless. Die.
Here I am, you know, trying SO HARD to play my best, and when I stop to take a breath, EVERYONE ELSE STOPS TOO. I SWEAR THIS HAPPENS. I feel like I'm holding the band together, and if I don't play, no one else will because they need someone to rely on in case they mess up. Well FUCK, if they depend on me, then who the hell can I depend on if I MESS UP?! DIE, I'm not THAT good, and I am NOT going to play for everyone in that fucking band. Those two fucking hours were HELL. I drank a bottle of water and a bottle of Code Red in like, 45 minutes. Stupid fuckers.
And like I said, bless Kevin's wonderful, sweet heart. Vicki's too. They're like, two of the most compassionate and happy-go-lucky people I've ever met. I love them and I want to stay with them for the rest of my fucking life. I'm going to mother Kevin's many children, I swear. (Vicki can too, but I'm getting a claim as well, bwahahaha). I'm going to adopt Vicki as my sister, because she's a sweetie. Hell, I'll marry her too. (Die people who are thinking of incest because you can fucking die, bloody bastards.) I don't give a damn. They're both wonderful human beings and I LOVE THEM. Those aren't words, either. They're complete truth. I'm not like some people who say "I love you" and don't fucking mean it. I MEAN IT WHEN I SAY IT BECAUSE I TAKE LOVE SERIOUSLY.
Die, I think I've bitched enough, but I really want to keep going. I have homework to do, and I want to get it done so I can write and get more angst and anger off of my chest. I love all my friends right now. You're all so dear to me, and maybe I'll marry all of you too. We'll all be a happy family. *hugs all of you*
On a happier note, Jane is having a little boy!!! He's due around December 28th, and she's planning on naming him Brian Lee after his father. So beautiful. I wish her the best of luck, because she's wonderful, too.
And die for not feeling good enough to find a quote. Oh well, no one reads them anyway, I'm sure. *shrugs*
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Today was the first day of school for me. It started out good, you know. I have every class with Melissa, so I'll always have a friend. I got into college writing, which seems like it'll be interesting. Math shouldn't be bad because Mr. Rice seems awesome. I'm going to forget everything I ever learned from that dumbass Shashura, because she could never teach in the first place. Other classes seem like they'll be boring, but what else is fucking new?
Tyler didn't get lost, and he seemed to have a good day, so I'm glad for that.
Now to band practice. Perpare for major swearage (not a word, but fuck it, I don't give a damn).
Sat with Kevin. Thank God I did, because bless his SWEET HEART he was the one who calmed me down a little before I cussed at every FUCKING LITTLE KID THERE WHO DIDN'T TRY. When he told me he loved me, I felt loved for the first time in A LONG TIME. You want to know why I love that boy so much? THAT'S WHY. Even if he has a girlfriend, he always has time for me. The only people he can trust in this world, he once told me, is Vicki...and me. ME. There's another reason why I love him. One of these days I'm going to hug him and tell him how much he means to me. He just doesn't realize it, but trust me, HE WILL.
But anyway, going away from Kevin for a moment...
People don't know how to march IN A STRAIGHT LINE. Since when was a straight line equal to something that looked like a rainbow or a fucking snake?! DAMMIT, IT IS NOT THAT HARD, PEOPLE. I KNOW you go to Beth Center, but FOR CRYING OUT LOUD. IT'S COMMON FUCKING SENSE. And then there's me. Amber Cecchine, section leader of the trumpets and president of the whole band, marching AND concert. I take charge, and people, just to piss me off probably, don't listen to me. Well, FUCK ALL OF YOU, BECAUSE I'M NOT YOUR FUCKING MOTHER. HALF OF YOU AREN'T EVEN WORTH GOING THROUGH THE PAIN OF BIRTH. JUST DIE. YOU KNOW WHO YOU FUCKING ARE. Oh, especially that stupid little CHILD Patrick. I could seriously kill him. He smarts off to me again, and it's all FUCKING OVER. I MEAN IT. This is pathetic. My band is pathetic, and I'm telling you, it's not my fault. IT'S THEIR FAULT BECAUSE THEY REFUSE TO DO WHAT THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO DO. ARGH, there isn't even a good SWEAR WORD FOR THEM. They don't DESERVE a good swear word. They're worthless. Die.
Here I am, you know, trying SO HARD to play my best, and when I stop to take a breath, EVERYONE ELSE STOPS TOO. I SWEAR THIS HAPPENS. I feel like I'm holding the band together, and if I don't play, no one else will because they need someone to rely on in case they mess up. Well FUCK, if they depend on me, then who the hell can I depend on if I MESS UP?! DIE, I'm not THAT good, and I am NOT going to play for everyone in that fucking band. Those two fucking hours were HELL. I drank a bottle of water and a bottle of Code Red in like, 45 minutes. Stupid fuckers.
And like I said, bless Kevin's wonderful, sweet heart. Vicki's too. They're like, two of the most compassionate and happy-go-lucky people I've ever met. I love them and I want to stay with them for the rest of my fucking life. I'm going to mother Kevin's many children, I swear. (Vicki can too, but I'm getting a claim as well, bwahahaha). I'm going to adopt Vicki as my sister, because she's a sweetie. Hell, I'll marry her too. (Die people who are thinking of incest because you can fucking die, bloody bastards.) I don't give a damn. They're both wonderful human beings and I LOVE THEM. Those aren't words, either. They're complete truth. I'm not like some people who say "I love you" and don't fucking mean it. I MEAN IT WHEN I SAY IT BECAUSE I TAKE LOVE SERIOUSLY.
Die, I think I've bitched enough, but I really want to keep going. I have homework to do, and I want to get it done so I can write and get more angst and anger off of my chest. I love all my friends right now. You're all so dear to me, and maybe I'll marry all of you too. We'll all be a happy family. *hugs all of you*
On a happier note, Jane is having a little boy!!! He's due around December 28th, and she's planning on naming him Brian Lee after his father. So beautiful. I wish her the best of luck, because she's wonderful, too.
And die for not feeling good enough to find a quote. Oh well, no one reads them anyway, I'm sure. *shrugs*
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