So, yesterday I was at work right? No break because, well, he's an asshole. Then I was taking out the trash with this guy I work with, and they were full at the dumpster, so we had to literally throw the garbage bags in the air into the dumpster. I missed, so I went around to go pick it up, when out of the heavens I get impaled by a bag of garbage ( Read more... )

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I feel really shallow. Who am I, of all people, to judge someone? I have too high expectations and standards for the person I am. I should set the bar lower, because I am really not that better than everybody else and should stop pulling a Valerie with my judgements just because someone isn't as big of a snob as I am.

I feel really bad...

I am so sick of drama. I am aware that most of the time I create it, but I am sick of it nether less. I'm not putting up with anything anymore, I'm not going to keep my mouth shut. If you bother me, I'll tell you and probably capriciously make fun of you because, yes, I am a back stabbing bitch like that. If I have an opinion, yes, I will share it ( Read more... )

...I wish the people I loved were happy ( Read more... )

I've decided- kids are so damn fun. I like being around them, they're not the essence of simplicity, they're the world we exist in before corruption and after innocence.

I feel good. I mean, REALLY good. Yesterday, school was actually great. That's, like, the highest my self-esteem has been in a long time. It was forensics day, and first hour I skipped ( with a pass! cause I'ma good kid like that) to practice my piece with Lindsey, and it was the most confident I've ever felt. I wasn't even nervous, which was new ( Read more... )

I'm a litle late, and I feel like I'm copying, but oh well I'm bored and awake ( Read more... )

It's been a while, but what can I say, my life is boring. Christmas came and went without anything memorable except a little vomiting and hysteria, the New Year was pretty tame and uneventful (just the way I like it- not as depressing) and I found some memoirs from 9th grade ( Read more... )

So, it seems like everytime I get over an issue, a new one pops up. If there is a God, he either hates me or just enjoys being the bastard with the magnifying glass and the ants, and we're the ants. (Heard that somewhere, sounded pretty accurate.) But that's me, I just complain ( Read more... )