15 more days left....and they wanna piss me off
Ok so i offically HATE Hardaway, Ive only been going there for two years and they have turned me into a cold hearted bitter for the lack of a better term..B*it**. I cant stand it....
So i walk into homeroom (aka Satans dungeon)....and mrs Psalmond (aka Satan).... goes off on me for no reason.. and is screaming at me like someone hit her or something (long story if you wanna hear it call me)... oh no you can't i got my cell phone taken up... thats another issue.... just know there was yellin crying.. bashing lockers... throwing of things and me ending up in ISS doing crosswords puzzles.... isnt life grand....
So now moms all pissed at the school and Satan.. and wants to talk to them about it.. but ide rather her not cause theres only 15 more days left.. and i dont want to get the administration any more reason to hate me.. than they already have..
Just needed to vent.. and i cant call anyone cause all my numbers are in my phone... technology has made me lazy.. i cant even remember numbers....
anyways.....im going to do homework.. and try hard to not wish i was dead...
and im out!
Mood: crappy (theres another word alittle harsher than that one..guess it)
Song stuck in head: black eye pease : Hey mama
So i walk into homeroom (aka Satans dungeon)....and mrs Psalmond (aka Satan).... goes off on me for no reason.. and is screaming at me like someone hit her or something (long story if you wanna hear it call me)... oh no you can't i got my cell phone taken up... thats another issue.... just know there was yellin crying.. bashing lockers... throwing of things and me ending up in ISS doing crosswords puzzles.... isnt life grand....
So now moms all pissed at the school and Satan.. and wants to talk to them about it.. but ide rather her not cause theres only 15 more days left.. and i dont want to get the administration any more reason to hate me.. than they already have..
Just needed to vent.. and i cant call anyone cause all my numbers are in my phone... technology has made me lazy.. i cant even remember numbers....
anyways.....im going to do homework.. and try hard to not wish i was dead...
and im out!
Mood: crappy (theres another word alittle harsher than that one..guess it)
Song stuck in head: black eye pease : Hey mama