whos to say
so im staying home from school today because im unable to control my painting skills which leds me to frustration and the fact that my brother stayed home yesterday to smoke pot made me angry and therefore i was unwilling to actively participate in math class. so today is my turn but the airconditioning sux, i wont smoke pot and i probably wont paint because ill have to visit grandmamma in the hospital. what the hell is a pic line... i know what it is, i dont see why everything has to get so intricate, give her her meds how hard is that. fuck the police. that doesnt really have anything to do with it, but fuck them anyway. poor oscar hes going to get fuct.
so another thing that bothered me last nite that during my turmoil mother called again and again and not only does the phone ringigng get on my nerves she doesnt ask me if im ok, not that if i were to express my angish shed ever understand how horrible it is to feel like your failing at your talent. if its not physical she doesnt get it. damn sensory imagery and all that hoplah. cursed i say, cursed.
did i mention i cant write a critique, or write for that matter, and i got a 120 out of 300 on that journal timeline. i feel so ashamed. the written language is not my friend. it likes to spit on me even when i try. i admit i didnt try on this but it goes the same with every essay. oh well ill do it over with the same lack of enthusiasm and hope that my high banana entries with make up for it. by the way i curse ms schwait from this moment on. i hope that her bowels twist and eyes fall out. damn legitamatcy.
so another thing that bothered me last nite that during my turmoil mother called again and again and not only does the phone ringigng get on my nerves she doesnt ask me if im ok, not that if i were to express my angish shed ever understand how horrible it is to feel like your failing at your talent. if its not physical she doesnt get it. damn sensory imagery and all that hoplah. cursed i say, cursed.
did i mention i cant write a critique, or write for that matter, and i got a 120 out of 300 on that journal timeline. i feel so ashamed. the written language is not my friend. it likes to spit on me even when i try. i admit i didnt try on this but it goes the same with every essay. oh well ill do it over with the same lack of enthusiasm and hope that my high banana entries with make up for it. by the way i curse ms schwait from this moment on. i hope that her bowels twist and eyes fall out. damn legitamatcy.