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so, it's official, i'm an '07! right now... i'm a junior. hells yeaahhhh.
today was okay. German... some retarded project that i don't want to do && there's no alternate assignment. the one girl comes over to me and goes, "do you mind if i work with you? i can tell you have a creative side and you're really quirky." nice. whatever.
geography. i love history and all that crap. this geography class... what a blow off. i nap almost every day and i rank 3rd in the class. psh.
math... some quiz. i totally bombed the triangle question. A=52 & H=13. and i was trying to find the base but i came out with weird ass numbers. i gave up after 3409653476349603497 tries. then, a pass to guidance [godly music]. went down there to talk to Mr. B about college and what not. so, i'm graduating early. yay. i have to get my GPA up some more and get up my rank and rock the socks off of this year. i'm in the top 15% but that's not quite good enough for me. so yeeahhhh, summer school again this year. US History, that'll be fun. then "senior year" it's 2 English classes, Senior Survey, gym, Alg 2, Physics, German 3 and something... hopefully i can get rid of lunch. && then... i get to take the PSAT & the ACT this year. PSAT is realllllllly soon. i went to the library and picked up the SAT & ACT books today.
chemistry. lecture. <3333 that class, easy peazy lemon squeezy.
English... acted out some fairy tale about a wife-beater. i got to be the man. Duke was my wife.
lunch... that really pisses me off, A LOT. i want to explode the people in that cafeteria.
study hall, i slept through the entire thing.
photo, learned how to process film. yippee.
so i went home and did some junk then mom came home and we had to go do stuff. first we went to the library because i owe them like 847593845934875 dollars. haha. uhm, got my SAT//ACT books & dropped off the movies @ Blockbuster. then mom decides she wants to go out to eat... but can't decide where. we sit in the parking lot for like, 15 minutes trying to decide. we ended up doing Applebee's. that place makes me angry. minimal selection and low quality food & service. mom was saying that next year, when i apply for all of my scholarships, i could be able to get up the money to not even bother going to Harper and skip right to moving out. but who moves out at 17? me. would i be ready? who knows... hopefully i grow up a little more within the next two years. yeah, finished dinner, stopped by Dominicks and got stuff for Greg for his trip. he's going away this weekend. thank god. so me and mom are going to do a weekend of food & shopping i guess since no one else wants to hang out with me. lames. whatever. just the reason i want to fucking leave. everyone's all, "stay stay stay" but do they call me, talk to me outside of school, care about me? no. so what's the big deal?
so, after this weekend. more & more H X C training, studying and more studying and training. i'm going to get myself upto four miles in a decent time. tone up my body a little and start riding more. hopefully i can find a share at Little Creek. i think i've reached my ugliest ever and it doesn't feel good. at all.
"so tell my why you like her."
"well she's pretty. but i don't really know her."
what about the smart, funny, realistic girls with manners, respect and decency. they may not be as pretty but worth your time. whatever. everyone's so controlled by their dicks it's not even funny. you think you're pretty? fuck you, you're the ugliest thing i've seen besides myself. think you're smart? get a clue; not in a million years. you're too busy being "pretty". think people like you? screw you, you're fake as Pam Anderson's tits. i'm so tired of your bullshit and your lies and i just hope that you know what you're doing is hurting me. i won't admit it because you'll brush me off. you're too wrapped up in a life you made up without me in it to even notice that i'm hurt. i wish i had the heart to do to you what you're doing to me as we speak. "best friends"? my ass. high school changes people and turns them into something different. someone fake. someone who's able to up & replace someone who's been there the whole time. maybe i need to grow up and realize we're not ten anymore and i really shouldn't care because you stopped a long time ago. my patience for this is wearing thin and i don't know what to do anymore because there isn't anyone around and i'm tired of trying to make it work. i give up and i'm getting the hell out. thanks for pretending.
so MONDAY = start o liquid dietttt. with the exception of some fruits, veggies & weekly protein amounts [no more things that are icky for you, even if they be liquids.] at least 30 on the tread with the weights and being good with the blood sugar. i think this whole graduate early thing setting into motion and holding those SAT books in my hand today was a bit of a kick-in-the-butt for me. it's time to turn this around and get my life started.
long rants, a bit angry, but things are gonna turn out okay for me. =)
today was okay. German... some retarded project that i don't want to do && there's no alternate assignment. the one girl comes over to me and goes, "do you mind if i work with you? i can tell you have a creative side and you're really quirky." nice. whatever.
geography. i love history and all that crap. this geography class... what a blow off. i nap almost every day and i rank 3rd in the class. psh.
math... some quiz. i totally bombed the triangle question. A=52 & H=13. and i was trying to find the base but i came out with weird ass numbers. i gave up after 3409653476349603497 tries. then, a pass to guidance [godly music]. went down there to talk to Mr. B about college and what not. so, i'm graduating early. yay. i have to get my GPA up some more and get up my rank and rock the socks off of this year. i'm in the top 15% but that's not quite good enough for me. so yeeahhhh, summer school again this year. US History, that'll be fun. then "senior year" it's 2 English classes, Senior Survey, gym, Alg 2, Physics, German 3 and something... hopefully i can get rid of lunch. && then... i get to take the PSAT & the ACT this year. PSAT is realllllllly soon. i went to the library and picked up the SAT & ACT books today.
chemistry. lecture. <3333 that class, easy peazy lemon squeezy.
English... acted out some fairy tale about a wife-beater. i got to be the man. Duke was my wife.
lunch... that really pisses me off, A LOT. i want to explode the people in that cafeteria.
study hall, i slept through the entire thing.
photo, learned how to process film. yippee.
so i went home and did some junk then mom came home and we had to go do stuff. first we went to the library because i owe them like 847593845934875 dollars. haha. uhm, got my SAT//ACT books & dropped off the movies @ Blockbuster. then mom decides she wants to go out to eat... but can't decide where. we sit in the parking lot for like, 15 minutes trying to decide. we ended up doing Applebee's. that place makes me angry. minimal selection and low quality food & service. mom was saying that next year, when i apply for all of my scholarships, i could be able to get up the money to not even bother going to Harper and skip right to moving out. but who moves out at 17? me. would i be ready? who knows... hopefully i grow up a little more within the next two years. yeah, finished dinner, stopped by Dominicks and got stuff for Greg for his trip. he's going away this weekend. thank god. so me and mom are going to do a weekend of food & shopping i guess since no one else wants to hang out with me. lames. whatever. just the reason i want to fucking leave. everyone's all, "stay stay stay" but do they call me, talk to me outside of school, care about me? no. so what's the big deal?
so, after this weekend. more & more H X C training, studying and more studying and training. i'm going to get myself upto four miles in a decent time. tone up my body a little and start riding more. hopefully i can find a share at Little Creek. i think i've reached my ugliest ever and it doesn't feel good. at all.
"so tell my why you like her."
"well she's pretty. but i don't really know her."
what about the smart, funny, realistic girls with manners, respect and decency. they may not be as pretty but worth your time. whatever. everyone's so controlled by their dicks it's not even funny. you think you're pretty? fuck you, you're the ugliest thing i've seen besides myself. think you're smart? get a clue; not in a million years. you're too busy being "pretty". think people like you? screw you, you're fake as Pam Anderson's tits. i'm so tired of your bullshit and your lies and i just hope that you know what you're doing is hurting me. i won't admit it because you'll brush me off. you're too wrapped up in a life you made up without me in it to even notice that i'm hurt. i wish i had the heart to do to you what you're doing to me as we speak. "best friends"? my ass. high school changes people and turns them into something different. someone fake. someone who's able to up & replace someone who's been there the whole time. maybe i need to grow up and realize we're not ten anymore and i really shouldn't care because you stopped a long time ago. my patience for this is wearing thin and i don't know what to do anymore because there isn't anyone around and i'm tired of trying to make it work. i give up and i'm getting the hell out. thanks for pretending.
so MONDAY = start o liquid dietttt. with the exception of some fruits, veggies & weekly protein amounts [no more things that are icky for you, even if they be liquids.] at least 30 on the tread with the weights and being good with the blood sugar. i think this whole graduate early thing setting into motion and holding those SAT books in my hand today was a bit of a kick-in-the-butt for me. it's time to turn this around and get my life started.
long rants, a bit angry, but things are gonna turn out okay for me. =)