Division Street

Feb 18, 2005 15:25

It was weird. I walked in the door to hear my mom speaking some incoherant language. She was on the phone with her, my birth mom. I couldn't even bring myself to get on the phone and say (besides the fact that I don't speak italian.) It's weird. Raised here my mom taught me her heritage, Brazil. But I never took to it. And I never will. I only just recently learned everything about me. White father, italian mother. I dunno why I get in a weird mood about this, but it's just kinda a weird subject to me. Mostly because I feel like the life I'm living is a lie. Oh well.

Today I skipped most of my classes. Poped about 4 pills by lunch period and was buzzing quite nicely for the rest of the day. I'm glad it's vacation. Cause it means I can wake'n'bake everyday. Tonight I'm prob going to Ashley's cause I'm in the mood to get retardedly drunk. But at the same time, I kinda just wanna hang out here and dye my hair some more. Haha that's pathetic. Like when Linzi was just like "oh man, i just wanna go home and eat." durring lunch haha. Who does that? Oh wait, us? Awww Kelli left early today, she's sick. Sad. Lunch was not right without her. Tomorrow I should get to see Scott and Ray. Which is quite exciting. The 3 of us haven't hung out in forever cause Scott's hospital thing and then whenever Ray can chill I'm either dead asleep, sick, or out. So yea. I'm going now. I'm watching Judge Judy and some fat black bitch named Shaniqua on there is pissing her off. It's quite funny actually.

"Taco Bell's slogan is *Run For The Border.* I bet that pisses off the mexican's. But then again it's probobly pretty good that Denny's slogan isn't *We have great crackers....for the cracker in you!!!*"
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