Yeah, today equals no fun. I was late for my history class and ended up failing the test I took today. Thank God it was only 5% of my grade. Then I find out my next two classes were cancelled, so instead of going home at 10:30, I sat around until 1:30 to find this shit out. Yeah, Lauren (Blue-haired girl) is starting to get real annoying, and I swear if she kicks me in the nuts one more time I am going to smash her skull in. I am sick of her "playing around" my body can't take it anymore. So yeah, I go home and want to go to sleep, seeing that I only got 2 hours of sleep last night because I wanted to study for my test which I failed. Well, the sleep thing didn't happen because I got 20 phone calls from telemarketers in a span of three hours. Yeah, needless to say today blows.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
you shouldve had some fun with those telemarketers....hahaha...i always want to get them back for wasting my time
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Mike came over and we talked for a while. He's so adorable, especially when he's sympathetic. He makes this pouting face and says, "awwww." It's so cute He thinks everything I say is hilarious.
*sigh* I'm pathetic.
HARDCORE!!!
OMG. I can't believe I din't think fo you
until now because when I think on
a scale of one to ten you're like YWELVE.
No, seriously?
grr! I haven't been home for an hour yet, and my mom's already made me angry. She doesn't want to go anywhere for Thanksgiving. She has reasons why, but I won't go into detail.
It's not fair! I don't want pizza for Thanksgiving!
HARDCORE!!!
OMG. I can't believe I din't think fo you
until now because when I think on
a scale of one to ten you're like YWELVE.
No, seriously?
It's a long story. My mom is the type of person who always worries about what people think and such, and she's upset at Frank's (my future step-father) daughter. So, she's like, "screw it all."
grr. She's crying over it, and she won't explain the problem to me.
I wish she would stop worring about making people mad.
Happy Thanksgiving.
HARDCORE!!!
OMG. I can't believe I din't think fo you
until now because when I think on
a scale of one to ten you're like YWELVE.
No, seriously?
On Friday I get to march in the Pontiac Silverdome during halftime because our high school football team made it to the state finals and I'm so excited!! Weeeeee ... marching on the Pontiac Silverdome ...
i think im gonna figure out where my parents new place is tommorow heh
stupid me
i havent been to the new house at all
cuz im lazy
and they yelled at me today for not showing interest me: "i am interested what the hell?"
dad: 'yeah in sleep'
heh i shut up after that
Monday and Tuesday I eat A LOT to stretch my stomach out, wednesday I don't eat much at all so my stomach is ready for today. Then I can eat TONS ALL DAY LONG.But now I can't, because I don't feel good
I've now been sick for 13 days straight. I'm becoming a Sudafed addict. I can't breathe, I can feel myself losing weight, and to top it off, I can't enjoy Thanksgiving to the fullest.
And I missed the Rock Hall show.
BAH.
~anna
[shadow=darkred]Take a chance on that which seems to be the making of a dream.[/shadow]
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
thanksgiving the only reason i find it good is that it gives me a day off from school.
-Liam
"Sometimes Nothin' Can Be a Real Cool Hand"
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