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i don't always use logic when i try to think about what the hell is going on. Sometimes, i enjoy drama. I act in ways that are bound to cause a hazardous reaction and i don't stop until destruction has long since set in.
Today has been a semi-strange day, ivy day at newburyport high school. Ms. Mann made some extremely rude comments to me regarding the tee shirt i'm currently wearing, which is a nice teeshirt actually, light blue with "THURSDAY" written in dark blue across the breasts. There's nothing wrong with it, because im also wearing a really nice skirt, nice sandals, and a nice light blue sweater, but for some reason there are people on earth that find it necessary to say, "you can't wear THAT! zipper up your sweater, you can NOT wear that." I simply asked her why, and if it was because my shirt wasn't "good enough" and she proudly exclaimed "YES" as confirmation. Well whatever, it's no biggie. Just more pointless drama to feed the jibber jabber machine.
Lame.
Oh, and speaking of lame. Dave is really upset at me, accusing me of being a liar and saying how "fucked up" it is that i don't want to share with him every detail about when i hung out with Kelly. I simply explained to him that it's really not so much of his business and i'll gladly tell him if he cuts the shit and stops calling me a liar. I tried talking to him again like an hour later but he just kept walking and immaturely goes, "WHAT." Needless to say, i didn't waste my time on apologizing for anything i may have said that hurt him.
it just kind of sucks that i have no one to talk to about these things. Kate takes shit from Joe but Erica is her best friend and is always there to talk to. Liz may get upset with paul sometimes but she has Liz to talk to. The person i would typically talk to is dave, but it's about him so that doesn't work out. And i don't really have any close girlfriends that i trust. I talked to liz a little bit but she talked to dave about the same thing and agreed with everything he said as he said it, and the same with me. I don't like to talk about things when they can only be twisted and used to put me in a bad position. That shit is uncool.
whatever. no one is as cool as me, writing here in my live journal.
Today has been a semi-strange day, ivy day at newburyport high school. Ms. Mann made some extremely rude comments to me regarding the tee shirt i'm currently wearing, which is a nice teeshirt actually, light blue with "THURSDAY" written in dark blue across the breasts. There's nothing wrong with it, because im also wearing a really nice skirt, nice sandals, and a nice light blue sweater, but for some reason there are people on earth that find it necessary to say, "you can't wear THAT! zipper up your sweater, you can NOT wear that." I simply asked her why, and if it was because my shirt wasn't "good enough" and she proudly exclaimed "YES" as confirmation. Well whatever, it's no biggie. Just more pointless drama to feed the jibber jabber machine.
Lame.
Oh, and speaking of lame. Dave is really upset at me, accusing me of being a liar and saying how "fucked up" it is that i don't want to share with him every detail about when i hung out with Kelly. I simply explained to him that it's really not so much of his business and i'll gladly tell him if he cuts the shit and stops calling me a liar. I tried talking to him again like an hour later but he just kept walking and immaturely goes, "WHAT." Needless to say, i didn't waste my time on apologizing for anything i may have said that hurt him.
it just kind of sucks that i have no one to talk to about these things. Kate takes shit from Joe but Erica is her best friend and is always there to talk to. Liz may get upset with paul sometimes but she has Liz to talk to. The person i would typically talk to is dave, but it's about him so that doesn't work out. And i don't really have any close girlfriends that i trust. I talked to liz a little bit but she talked to dave about the same thing and agreed with everything he said as he said it, and the same with me. I don't like to talk about things when they can only be twisted and used to put me in a bad position. That shit is uncool.
whatever. no one is as cool as me, writing here in my live journal.