Fucked up but still standing.
Here's one of my every so often hate entries when I've had a rough week or so. I need to stop mentioning some people's names cause these journal entries surface at school every so often, but I want it so that everyone can read.
I guess a decent topic to start with would be theater only because it's a dead topic at this point in time. The play in my opinion is more boring then I first had expected. The jokes are not very funny. There's a lot of people out on stage that should be doing other activities and not acting, period. In no way will I go and blame the directors. I would have blamed one, however, if it had been cancled like it was talked to be and a new play recast without most the officers and with the freshmen instead. Luckly that did not happen and all will be fine...almost.
While on the subject of theater. I just got a call from David. He was upset that I was talking about his girlfriend last night at Wing Stop. Thing is he wasn't there and he doesn't talk to anyone who WAS there except Joey, so I can pretty much make the correct assumption that it was him who told David. (Also considering they were at school all day today) He was right I guess that I shouldn't have been talking shit about her to everyone there (even though I personally think she can rot in hell), but at the same time he was kinda being a hypocrite. What I mean is that he likes to talk a lot of shit about Hannah , not to mention a few others there, at school (and I'm not sure you still read this, but I know you could care less what he thinks to begin with) and he's pissed because I had the right to state my opinion in a public setting. Well ram it up your ass if you ever read this. I as well can care less. He told me on the phone something like "I can't trust you" which is some little pussy drama shit to begin with. I laughed my ass off when I got off the phone. What he doesn't realize is that his girlfriend doesn't even want to go out with him in the first place and she's been trying to find a way to break up with him for about a week now. When I told this to David back when I first found out, he sorta laughed and said he didn't believe me. You want to talk about trust? There's trust for you. He just decided to handle the situation the wrong way, and in the end he's just ultimately screwing himself twice over.
Enough of that pussy theater drama shit. Last week I had set my entire A day material on a table in the game room. Reason being was so that I could set all of that stuff into binders and there was plenty of room on that table. Dumb me. I left it out there for the weekend thinking no one will touch it and I can do it Sunday. It magically "disappeared" into thin air. Alex didn't touch it and my sisters didn't touch it, or at least they say. W/e, it just left the table. It contained all my homework and all my notes for the first 3 weeks of school. That just made me the happiest person alive...
And now for the grand finale which really turned out better then I thought, but still not a good situation. Last night I went to Wing Stop with people, mostly cause Hannah came into town for a visit and the old school theater folk wanted to get together. We had a good time and whatnot. Here's the part I was ashamed of myself for. I really was not supposed to leave the house unless I had permission, but I figured Wing Stop is practically right next to my house about 1 minute away, so I wouldn't be gone long. Well it ALMOST became the death of me. I come home to a burning smell as soon as I open the door. First thing that comes to mind is the kitchen, so I run over there and I notice the oven is on. I open it and there's a crisp black pizza sitting there at 450*F. I turned it off right away and leave the oven open to cool off. I make my way to the front room to find my sister sleeping on the couch. I wake her and let her know how stupid she is, and she tells me "I told myself not to fall asleep, but it didn't work!" If this were any other situation then that then I might of laughed, but instead I yelled like a "good" brother should do. We told our dad and our mom was on her way back to Houston, so we told her when she got back. No yelling or bitching about it from either one, except Alex too the liberty to yell at us. Thanks dad. But anyway, it's all good. My mom and Sam came back. Really glad to see them despite how hectic it became when she wanted to clean the entire house. (at this point I was dead tired from the workday we had) I have learned a lesson from this, however. Liela + anything hot = bad...let me correct myseld. Liela + anything = bad.
Here's the short paragraph of good stuff. It's been decided from my homecoming date request forms (which I stole from Alex btw, so now are all of you bitches who told me this satisfied?!) that Susan will be my date! As for the others, I guess I owe you a dance at the least. :)
That is a long entry I know, but remember no one is forced to read a bit of it, so don't complain. It's here for the people who want to read it.
I guess a decent topic to start with would be theater only because it's a dead topic at this point in time. The play in my opinion is more boring then I first had expected. The jokes are not very funny. There's a lot of people out on stage that should be doing other activities and not acting, period. In no way will I go and blame the directors. I would have blamed one, however, if it had been cancled like it was talked to be and a new play recast without most the officers and with the freshmen instead. Luckly that did not happen and all will be fine...almost.
While on the subject of theater. I just got a call from David. He was upset that I was talking about his girlfriend last night at Wing Stop. Thing is he wasn't there and he doesn't talk to anyone who WAS there except Joey, so I can pretty much make the correct assumption that it was him who told David. (Also considering they were at school all day today) He was right I guess that I shouldn't have been talking shit about her to everyone there (even though I personally think she can rot in hell), but at the same time he was kinda being a hypocrite. What I mean is that he likes to talk a lot of shit about Hannah , not to mention a few others there, at school (and I'm not sure you still read this, but I know you could care less what he thinks to begin with) and he's pissed because I had the right to state my opinion in a public setting. Well ram it up your ass if you ever read this. I as well can care less. He told me on the phone something like "I can't trust you" which is some little pussy drama shit to begin with. I laughed my ass off when I got off the phone. What he doesn't realize is that his girlfriend doesn't even want to go out with him in the first place and she's been trying to find a way to break up with him for about a week now. When I told this to David back when I first found out, he sorta laughed and said he didn't believe me. You want to talk about trust? There's trust for you. He just decided to handle the situation the wrong way, and in the end he's just ultimately screwing himself twice over.
Enough of that pussy theater drama shit. Last week I had set my entire A day material on a table in the game room. Reason being was so that I could set all of that stuff into binders and there was plenty of room on that table. Dumb me. I left it out there for the weekend thinking no one will touch it and I can do it Sunday. It magically "disappeared" into thin air. Alex didn't touch it and my sisters didn't touch it, or at least they say. W/e, it just left the table. It contained all my homework and all my notes for the first 3 weeks of school. That just made me the happiest person alive...
And now for the grand finale which really turned out better then I thought, but still not a good situation. Last night I went to Wing Stop with people, mostly cause Hannah came into town for a visit and the old school theater folk wanted to get together. We had a good time and whatnot. Here's the part I was ashamed of myself for. I really was not supposed to leave the house unless I had permission, but I figured Wing Stop is practically right next to my house about 1 minute away, so I wouldn't be gone long. Well it ALMOST became the death of me. I come home to a burning smell as soon as I open the door. First thing that comes to mind is the kitchen, so I run over there and I notice the oven is on. I open it and there's a crisp black pizza sitting there at 450*F. I turned it off right away and leave the oven open to cool off. I make my way to the front room to find my sister sleeping on the couch. I wake her and let her know how stupid she is, and she tells me "I told myself not to fall asleep, but it didn't work!" If this were any other situation then that then I might of laughed, but instead I yelled like a "good" brother should do. We told our dad and our mom was on her way back to Houston, so we told her when she got back. No yelling or bitching about it from either one, except Alex too the liberty to yell at us. Thanks dad. But anyway, it's all good. My mom and Sam came back. Really glad to see them despite how hectic it became when she wanted to clean the entire house. (at this point I was dead tired from the workday we had) I have learned a lesson from this, however. Liela + anything hot = bad...let me correct myseld. Liela + anything = bad.
Here's the short paragraph of good stuff. It's been decided from my homecoming date request forms (which I stole from Alex btw, so now are all of you bitches who told me this satisfied?!) that Susan will be my date! As for the others, I guess I owe you a dance at the least. :)
That is a long entry I know, but remember no one is forced to read a bit of it, so don't complain. It's here for the people who want to read it.