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OK, about the last few entries I've made: I'm just unsure of who my real friends are, and who are the people I just happen to know a little bit. I have nothing really against most of the people I know, but I just don't know if they're really friends or not. Just the negative input from others and the positive input from personal experience is confusing me. That's all there is to it.
I sent out three valentine things, but got none myself. Eh, not like I give a shit anyway. By the way, if you me AT ALL, you know who I sent them to.
Geometry-Boring stuff I don't understand.
Spanish-I fell asleep again, but I think I'm doing OK.
Studies-We're currently reading weird-ass stories, but they're not bad. I need to start reading again. I will once I calm down.
History-Lockridge is still scary, but fun. He's like a teddy bear, with a big kitchen knife in a sheath behind his back.
Health-Test Thursday. It's fun to piss some people off in this class.
Science-BORING!
After school-Got a ride from Ren, and exposed her and Shelby to the wonders of fucking Metallica! I don't know if they liked it, but I let Ren borrow my Garage Inc. CD.
I read some Xanga shit about how one of my friends is having trouble with drugs and alcohol and boys. Half of me says I should intervene and help her, the other half reminds me of my middle school misery and how badly she treated me and to let her go to her own demise. What's an already crazy, torn teen to do?
I sent out three valentine things, but got none myself. Eh, not like I give a shit anyway. By the way, if you me AT ALL, you know who I sent them to.
Geometry-Boring stuff I don't understand.
Spanish-I fell asleep again, but I think I'm doing OK.
Studies-We're currently reading weird-ass stories, but they're not bad. I need to start reading again. I will once I calm down.
History-Lockridge is still scary, but fun. He's like a teddy bear, with a big kitchen knife in a sheath behind his back.
Health-Test Thursday. It's fun to piss some people off in this class.
Science-BORING!
After school-Got a ride from Ren, and exposed her and Shelby to the wonders of fucking Metallica! I don't know if they liked it, but I let Ren borrow my Garage Inc. CD.
I read some Xanga shit about how one of my friends is having trouble with drugs and alcohol and boys. Half of me says I should intervene and help her, the other half reminds me of my middle school misery and how badly she treated me and to let her go to her own demise. What's an already crazy, torn teen to do?