Here I am complaining about waking up early, not finding my shirt to wear, my necklace, and the eggs during breakfast which don't ever seem to be cooked right, while there are people who have better reasons to complain. I should just suck it up and give up. Complaining won't do anything but keep me irritated and hating. I just destroy the mood ( Read more... )

What do people usually update about these days? They talk about school, summer, girls and boys, how their day was, how much fun it was to be with their friends, etc. etc. Let's slide. Slide into a pool of Wendy's frosties. Slide into a pot of cooked pasta and sqeeze them inbetween your toes and fingers. Slide into a bowl of cookie dough or brownie ( Read more... )

So given a lot of time to spend at home due to outburts and cries for democracy (which we obviously have too much of already making it quite unreasonable because putting the blame on the government won't do much shit because we're in too deep and opposing it would just be another problem) I had to be resourceful as possible so as not to die of ( Read more... )

Count down begins in 5..4..3..2..1... and then? Nothing. That is how I'm going through everything right now, just as dull as the corridors of the school due to the dark lighting and the ugly colors painted on the walls. Comply, conform, ignore, slack off and wait. My intelectual abilities are sadly deteriorating and my attitude towards achievement ( Read more... )

Lesson in procrastination: don't... even if it's more fun to do other things. Twenty bucks for the sucker who learned something.

I am a hypocrite because I really dislike reading short entries that just don't seem to make sense except to the writer.

I love.

.Fill me in.
..What do you want me to say?
.What's up?
..The usual.
.Which is?
..Bumming.
.And?
..Eating?

( Peace to the goddesses. Don't read this if you want to feel good because right now I'm bitter. )

I honestly can say I learned a lot from literature class. I just didn't raise up my hand so I ended up just nodding with agreement on what the other kids said. I mean, they somehow said the gist of what I wanted to say anyway. During social studies, my face was obviously showing how undecided I was with what I was thinking and yet I was called. I ( Read more... )

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In ten to fifteen years I'd be someone else and so would everyone I know. I'd probably have around 2-3 high school friends who I'd actually still be close to. It just seems so inevitable might as well suck it up. The nice part about this is you keep some, you lose some, then you meet new ones. I feel like this entry needs back up music. My computer ( Read more... )