insomnia, cancer, & emo hair..
I haven't been getting much sleep lately and I'm showing major symptoms of Bi-Polar Syndrome. Not good. Not good at all. Just yesterday, I completely lost it. I blew up. In class, even. I had a good reason though, and for those of you who have xanga, I'm sure you've probably already heard about it.
WARNING: Parental Advisory Explicit Content!! Please do not judge me, and please, PLEASE do not preach to me. If you plan to do either of these things, please stop reading now. For your own personal knowledge, I do realize that I am a really angry person in dire need of anger management classes. Oh! and if you don't like reading really long entries, then you should stop reading right now too. Thank you, and good day.
Today was a bad day. Not just a normal bad day, but a bad day. I'M SO FUCKING PISSED~! It all started in my 1st period Sculpture class. Storytime!
A little while ago, we started our Plastic Sculpture Project based on the sculptures by George Segal. We drew names out of a cup and were given partners. Unfortunately, I was paired up with whom Ms. Keene (the art teacher) described as a "special needs person," meaning that she had certain limitations to everything she did. In actuality, she wasn't "special" at all. She just used to have some sort of cancer, and now she's "fragile" or something. Idk.
I had finished the sculpture of her body yesterday, and so today was my turn. To make these so-called sculptures of our bodies, first you have to wrap the person up in saran wrap then layer tape over it, to make a sort of shell, I guess. Then you cut the plastic off the person's body and mend the sculpture.
Does this make any sense?
All of a sudden, I hear her say, "Oops!" and I'm like, "What the fuck did you do?!" but I already knew what had happened. While she was cutting the plastic off of me, she fucking cut the back of my shirt along with it. AND my bra! Honestly, who does that?! Instinctively, I started freaking out. I mean, wouldn't you freak out if your whole back was cold and bare?!
PLUS, it was the black Paul Frank shirt that my dear fake sister, Julis gave me for my birthday, and so it had sentimental value written all over it. *sadface*
I tried my best to contain my anger, but unfortunately..it got the best of me. I started screaming like a madman. I'm sure everyone thinks I'm psycho now. Ms. Keene got mad and told me to stop hollering at the top of my lungs. When she found out what had happened, she apologized to me, and told me it was appropriate for this particular situation. (dumb bitch.) She told me that I couldn't be TOO mad, cuz she has cancer. what the fuck is that?! Nonsense, I tell you.
She then sent me to the clinic to call my dad to get permission to leave school to get another shirt at home. The nurse lady gave me so much bullshit, it's not even funny. I called my dad but he was in a meeting so all I got was his answering machine. The bitch nurse lady made me go back to class. I had a jacket to cover up, but I was still super uncomfortable as I walked back to class, silently cursing the nuse lady under my breath.
I tried calling again in 2nd period, but got the answering machine again. Finally during 3rd period, I got a hold of him. Then, more bullshit from the stupid nurse. She wanted to know every single detail about what happened. I was too angry and frustrated and told her to read the pass which read: Shirt cut during class project by accident. Yea. Accident my ass. And so, the nurse told me that there was probably more to the story than I was telling her and that I was way too angry, and suggested that I speak with an administrator.
Just then, the meanest, most retarded administator, Ms. Alfred walks by. And so I had to waste more of my time, re-telling the whole damn story to her. Ugh! So unnecessary! I went home and I told Raymond the whole story. He was flabbergasted, and suggested that I kill the girl and blow up the school.
I didn't want to go back to school but I had a group project for 5th, so I had no choice. All the screaming made me hungry so I spent about an hour just talking to people and eating noodles. After about an hour, I went back to school, clad in a brand new shirt.
The End. I hope she doesn't come to school tomorrow. I might just have to beat the crap out of her and steal her wig.
I'm feeling much better now. I think..
I wish I had a boyfriend with emo hair, whom I could obsess over. Day and night. The loneliness is killing me inside, and the big, bad wolf named Homesickness just won't leave me alone. I miss all my my friends 10 x's more each day that I'm away. Pity me, people! (just kidding, don't.)
The time has come for colds, and overcoats. Another week away, my greatest fear. I need the smell of summer, I need its noises in my ear. If looks could really kill, then my profession would be staring. Please know we do this cause we care, and not for the thrill. I make collect calls to home to tell them that I realize that everyone who lives will someday die, and die alone.
WARNING: Parental Advisory Explicit Content!! Please do not judge me, and please, PLEASE do not preach to me. If you plan to do either of these things, please stop reading now. For your own personal knowledge, I do realize that I am a really angry person in dire need of anger management classes. Oh! and if you don't like reading really long entries, then you should stop reading right now too. Thank you, and good day.
Today was a bad day. Not just a normal bad day, but a bad day. I'M SO FUCKING PISSED~! It all started in my 1st period Sculpture class. Storytime!
A little while ago, we started our Plastic Sculpture Project based on the sculptures by George Segal. We drew names out of a cup and were given partners. Unfortunately, I was paired up with whom Ms. Keene (the art teacher) described as a "special needs person," meaning that she had certain limitations to everything she did. In actuality, she wasn't "special" at all. She just used to have some sort of cancer, and now she's "fragile" or something. Idk.
I had finished the sculpture of her body yesterday, and so today was my turn. To make these so-called sculptures of our bodies, first you have to wrap the person up in saran wrap then layer tape over it, to make a sort of shell, I guess. Then you cut the plastic off the person's body and mend the sculpture.
Does this make any sense?
All of a sudden, I hear her say, "Oops!" and I'm like, "What the fuck did you do?!" but I already knew what had happened. While she was cutting the plastic off of me, she fucking cut the back of my shirt along with it. AND my bra! Honestly, who does that?! Instinctively, I started freaking out. I mean, wouldn't you freak out if your whole back was cold and bare?!
PLUS, it was the black Paul Frank shirt that my dear fake sister, Julis gave me for my birthday, and so it had sentimental value written all over it. *sadface*
I tried my best to contain my anger, but unfortunately..it got the best of me. I started screaming like a madman. I'm sure everyone thinks I'm psycho now. Ms. Keene got mad and told me to stop hollering at the top of my lungs. When she found out what had happened, she apologized to me, and told me it was appropriate for this particular situation. (dumb bitch.) She told me that I couldn't be TOO mad, cuz she has cancer. what the fuck is that?! Nonsense, I tell you.
She then sent me to the clinic to call my dad to get permission to leave school to get another shirt at home. The nurse lady gave me so much bullshit, it's not even funny. I called my dad but he was in a meeting so all I got was his answering machine. The bitch nurse lady made me go back to class. I had a jacket to cover up, but I was still super uncomfortable as I walked back to class, silently cursing the nuse lady under my breath.
I tried calling again in 2nd period, but got the answering machine again. Finally during 3rd period, I got a hold of him. Then, more bullshit from the stupid nurse. She wanted to know every single detail about what happened. I was too angry and frustrated and told her to read the pass which read: Shirt cut during class project by accident. Yea. Accident my ass. And so, the nurse told me that there was probably more to the story than I was telling her and that I was way too angry, and suggested that I speak with an administrator.
Just then, the meanest, most retarded administator, Ms. Alfred walks by. And so I had to waste more of my time, re-telling the whole damn story to her. Ugh! So unnecessary! I went home and I told Raymond the whole story. He was flabbergasted, and suggested that I kill the girl and blow up the school.
I didn't want to go back to school but I had a group project for 5th, so I had no choice. All the screaming made me hungry so I spent about an hour just talking to people and eating noodles. After about an hour, I went back to school, clad in a brand new shirt.
The End. I hope she doesn't come to school tomorrow. I might just have to beat the crap out of her and steal her wig.
I'm feeling much better now. I think..
I wish I had a boyfriend with emo hair, whom I could obsess over. Day and night. The loneliness is killing me inside, and the big, bad wolf named Homesickness just won't leave me alone. I miss all my my friends 10 x's more each day that I'm away. Pity me, people! (just kidding, don't.)
The time has come for colds, and overcoats. Another week away, my greatest fear. I need the smell of summer, I need its noises in my ear. If looks could really kill, then my profession would be staring. Please know we do this cause we care, and not for the thrill. I make collect calls to home to tell them that I realize that everyone who lives will someday die, and die alone.