it's a little late.
"Got dirt, got air, got water and I know I can carry on."
-Modest Mouse
a genuine sorry to those of you who were looking forward to seeing me at school; if you understand my life you'd know why i'd want nothing more than to sleep on my birthday. as sick as i was when i woke up, sleep i did.
i didn't get home in time to say 'happy birthday' to myself, or blow out a candle, but thanks to those of you who called me to cheer me up.
i guess i'm 17 now.
here's my life
work.
it was 12:16am when i clocked out of work, the wonders of closing alone. so much for a birthday.
i got a new partner today. a skinhead with gang symbols covering his forearms, a 13 tattooed under his left eye and a cigarette behind his ear. his english isn't too good. oh well
i when i get home, i find out my mom has stayed up to yell at me, and also has woken up my dad to call me on my cell to yell at me
all because she didn't believe i was working until midnight. i might be going to strip clubs and doing drugs. uh huh. that is always welcoming. especially after i'd told her when i'd be home.
school.
i have no idea what my grades are, but i hope i don't get yelled at. that's basically my only motivation.
finals week is going to be like any other week for me. studying never worked for me; if i don't already know it, it isn't going to stay.
i was looking forward to talking to Kris
to being an idiot with Jess
to giving Becca a big hug
to trading cards with Caitlin in the hall
sorry i missed today guys.
i guess that's all.
it's now 1 o'clock, i'd better type my essay.
so long, farewell.
-Modest Mouse
a genuine sorry to those of you who were looking forward to seeing me at school; if you understand my life you'd know why i'd want nothing more than to sleep on my birthday. as sick as i was when i woke up, sleep i did.
i didn't get home in time to say 'happy birthday' to myself, or blow out a candle, but thanks to those of you who called me to cheer me up.
i guess i'm 17 now.
here's my life
work.
it was 12:16am when i clocked out of work, the wonders of closing alone. so much for a birthday.
i got a new partner today. a skinhead with gang symbols covering his forearms, a 13 tattooed under his left eye and a cigarette behind his ear. his english isn't too good. oh well
i when i get home, i find out my mom has stayed up to yell at me, and also has woken up my dad to call me on my cell to yell at me
all because she didn't believe i was working until midnight. i might be going to strip clubs and doing drugs. uh huh. that is always welcoming. especially after i'd told her when i'd be home.
school.
i have no idea what my grades are, but i hope i don't get yelled at. that's basically my only motivation.
finals week is going to be like any other week for me. studying never worked for me; if i don't already know it, it isn't going to stay.
i was looking forward to talking to Kris
to being an idiot with Jess
to giving Becca a big hug
to trading cards with Caitlin in the hall
sorry i missed today guys.
i guess that's all.
it's now 1 o'clock, i'd better type my essay.
so long, farewell.