school...school...and more school
Third day of school...not too shabby. All my teachers are totally "chill"...whatever that word means, I've heard it used in this context before, so I'll use it as well. Anyhow, I just have to say that my Mass Media teacher is fucking insane!! Of couse noone can truly understand my emphasis when I explain his insanity, but wow...he scares me. However, he makes class exciting. There is never a dull moment in that class. THank god Melia is in there, so I have someone to bask in the glory of amusement with. I think this guy is some kind of sick pervert though, but one of the harmless kind, if that makes any sense at all...prolly not.
After school I came home and passed out...for four and a half hours! Crazy, huh? Yeah, I was fucking exhausted.
I finally broke down and took one of my "happy pills". After trying so hard to weene myself off of these anti depressant narcotics, I blew it. However, I was an emotional basket case these past few weeks. I needed a fix and quick!!! I suppose everyone has some kind of crutch, right?
Speaking of narcotics, my parents think I am on drugs. Anyone who knows me, realizes this is fucking ridiculous. I do not do drugs. I don't even smoke cigarettes for christ's sake. Ocasionally I will drink, but even then...not too often. I am a good boy. Everyone else sees this, so why cant my fucking parents get a clue?! Oh, the woes of my life. I need to get the fuck out of my parent's house. This living arrangement is just not sitting well with me. Hopefully when I get a job I can start saving for my own place. I don't care how small, how shitty, how ghetto as long as I can get away from "them" and be independent. It MUST happen ASAP!!! oK, NiTe NitE
After school I came home and passed out...for four and a half hours! Crazy, huh? Yeah, I was fucking exhausted.
I finally broke down and took one of my "happy pills". After trying so hard to weene myself off of these anti depressant narcotics, I blew it. However, I was an emotional basket case these past few weeks. I needed a fix and quick!!! I suppose everyone has some kind of crutch, right?
Speaking of narcotics, my parents think I am on drugs. Anyone who knows me, realizes this is fucking ridiculous. I do not do drugs. I don't even smoke cigarettes for christ's sake. Ocasionally I will drink, but even then...not too often. I am a good boy. Everyone else sees this, so why cant my fucking parents get a clue?! Oh, the woes of my life. I need to get the fuck out of my parent's house. This living arrangement is just not sitting well with me. Hopefully when I get a job I can start saving for my own place. I don't care how small, how shitty, how ghetto as long as I can get away from "them" and be independent. It MUST happen ASAP!!! oK, NiTe NitE