Up Yers
Hey Kiddies and Kidets,
I’m in Study Hall sucking hardcore man.
I’m like waiting for the next time to Jam, the Drummer is in my Study Hall.
I guess I have to wait for word of Devon, are guitarist; she was sick yesterday, so I don’t think anything will happen.
I guess I might stay after today, I dunno, head up to the One-Stop-Shop or something.
Damnit, I just got kicked out of the Study Hall Lab, which fucking blows.
I don’t wanna go home! Yea, I do, I wanna sleep. I didn’t sleep very well last night.
I still feel fucking ugly as hell. It’s bothering the hell outta me!
I wanna blast some tunes, lay back on my bed, snuggle up and sink into my big comfy covers, and just forget about everything.
Well People, My birthday Is coming up soon enough, Feb 1! And It’s almost a year long anniversary for my “Getting Hit By A Drunk Driver” ordeal! That’s on Feb 2!
I have to go to court like three days before my Birthday! Oh what fun! I say, It’s just in time for something bad to happen!
I wonder what it will be this year. I already know I’m getting screwed out of any money I get, So It has to be something I don’t know.
Oh, and the Super Bowl is on my birthday! What fun guy! I get to see my whole family get drunk beyond belief more than they usually are!
And I will sit it my room, or watch them and make myself sick.
It’s so special, a sweet sixteen, no Grandmom, No mom, No cake, No Balloons, No cheers and smiles, No hugs and kisses, No special surprises. But, We do offer, drugs, drinking, loud mouths, fighting, screaming, cursing, low self esteem time.
Well, what do I expect? Now really, does anything work out for the better?
-Nope-
I’m in Study Hall sucking hardcore man.
I’m like waiting for the next time to Jam, the Drummer is in my Study Hall.
I guess I have to wait for word of Devon, are guitarist; she was sick yesterday, so I don’t think anything will happen.
I guess I might stay after today, I dunno, head up to the One-Stop-Shop or something.
Damnit, I just got kicked out of the Study Hall Lab, which fucking blows.
I don’t wanna go home! Yea, I do, I wanna sleep. I didn’t sleep very well last night.
I still feel fucking ugly as hell. It’s bothering the hell outta me!
I wanna blast some tunes, lay back on my bed, snuggle up and sink into my big comfy covers, and just forget about everything.
Well People, My birthday Is coming up soon enough, Feb 1! And It’s almost a year long anniversary for my “Getting Hit By A Drunk Driver” ordeal! That’s on Feb 2!
I have to go to court like three days before my Birthday! Oh what fun! I say, It’s just in time for something bad to happen!
I wonder what it will be this year. I already know I’m getting screwed out of any money I get, So It has to be something I don’t know.
Oh, and the Super Bowl is on my birthday! What fun guy! I get to see my whole family get drunk beyond belief more than they usually are!
And I will sit it my room, or watch them and make myself sick.
It’s so special, a sweet sixteen, no Grandmom, No mom, No cake, No Balloons, No cheers and smiles, No hugs and kisses, No special surprises. But, We do offer, drugs, drinking, loud mouths, fighting, screaming, cursing, low self esteem time.
Well, what do I expect? Now really, does anything work out for the better?
-Nope-