i hate the world today.
me: "ooer. shawn, you smell really good."
shawn: "ah. what do i smell like, though?"
me: "like...my exboyfriend. actually, two of them. all of them smell like that, to tell the truth."
shawn: "yeah, cuz what you dont know is they're all in a club. a BIG one."
blegh. another day. two hour delay was utter waste of time, as i had psychology anyways, and i didnt get to sleep in cuz i couldnt fall back asleep. then, things progressed nicely in english when rosie went all snotty and made me feel like utter shit, as usual. honestly, she thinks she is all deep and emo and this hurt distressed rock child, but she is nothing more than a cliquey snob. BLEGH i have been reduced to bitching about people now, and i feel rotten about it, but ah well. and then things went okay in textiles, except karen told me about this dream she had where steph and anthony were riding around in anthony's car, and then they crashed and died, and then this guy came into our school with a gun and shot me and shawn.
so as you can see, all the omens point for a very merry christmas. NOT.
oh, and then my parents had to go and ruin things nicely by announcing that there is no way in hell they are going to take me to moogie's house this weekend, and they're sorry but get over it because i'll see her at new years anyways. but they just dont underSTAND. i'm sorry to be so tiresome, but COME ON do they not see their only daughter is MISERABLE????? i like, dread every day at school, just cuz it's so monotonously crap, and i am sickeningly homesick for powell house and silver bay and all my friends, and i have a total nervy b like nearly every day, and i JUST WANT IT TO STOP. and i really really needed to go to wintersong this weekend, but i cant, and madeline needs me to be there and i need to be there and i am just totally destroyed by the whole thing. what is the POINT?? why do i even BOTHER anymore when NOTHING GOOD IS HAPPENING????????
huhn. so there you go. i told you i was going to start spilling more in here. good grief, i sound like a total disaster teenager.
oh and p.s. as usual, someone tore the dumb plan from yesterday apart. something you guys need to realize is when i start these things, it is only to try and find some sort of say to sort out my life, but i never actually go through with them. how many times have i vowed never to fall for another guy? hell, how many times have i vowed never to fall for PETER? like, a bazillion! and it always goes down the drain the next day. i cant HELP it, that is just HOW I AM.
shawn: "ah. what do i smell like, though?"
me: "like...my exboyfriend. actually, two of them. all of them smell like that, to tell the truth."
shawn: "yeah, cuz what you dont know is they're all in a club. a BIG one."
blegh. another day. two hour delay was utter waste of time, as i had psychology anyways, and i didnt get to sleep in cuz i couldnt fall back asleep. then, things progressed nicely in english when rosie went all snotty and made me feel like utter shit, as usual. honestly, she thinks she is all deep and emo and this hurt distressed rock child, but she is nothing more than a cliquey snob. BLEGH i have been reduced to bitching about people now, and i feel rotten about it, but ah well. and then things went okay in textiles, except karen told me about this dream she had where steph and anthony were riding around in anthony's car, and then they crashed and died, and then this guy came into our school with a gun and shot me and shawn.
so as you can see, all the omens point for a very merry christmas. NOT.
oh, and then my parents had to go and ruin things nicely by announcing that there is no way in hell they are going to take me to moogie's house this weekend, and they're sorry but get over it because i'll see her at new years anyways. but they just dont underSTAND. i'm sorry to be so tiresome, but COME ON do they not see their only daughter is MISERABLE????? i like, dread every day at school, just cuz it's so monotonously crap, and i am sickeningly homesick for powell house and silver bay and all my friends, and i have a total nervy b like nearly every day, and i JUST WANT IT TO STOP. and i really really needed to go to wintersong this weekend, but i cant, and madeline needs me to be there and i need to be there and i am just totally destroyed by the whole thing. what is the POINT?? why do i even BOTHER anymore when NOTHING GOOD IS HAPPENING????????
huhn. so there you go. i told you i was going to start spilling more in here. good grief, i sound like a total disaster teenager.
oh and p.s. as usual, someone tore the dumb plan from yesterday apart. something you guys need to realize is when i start these things, it is only to try and find some sort of say to sort out my life, but i never actually go through with them. how many times have i vowed never to fall for another guy? hell, how many times have i vowed never to fall for PETER? like, a bazillion! and it always goes down the drain the next day. i cant HELP it, that is just HOW I AM.