Heaven isn't the place you go when you die. It's the moment in life where you actually feel alive.
I'm basically immobile today, so I'm not at school. Again. I haven't gone to a B day all week. Fuck it. :]
This weekend was the best weekend I've ever had in my life, that didn't involve Alex.
FRIDAY
Jess's party. So fun. In attendance was: Jess, Amy Martin, Kim Anderson, Kelsey Rhiner, Ryane somebody..., Chelsea Smith!, Chrissy Hopkins, and uhh I guess that's all. Can't remember. So much fun. I left at 11.
and...
SATURDAY
Nothing. And then around 6, movies with Jess and Cera and crew kids. Saw Brianna<3 with Baron and Charlie and Jarrod. Also, very fun.
and finally...
SUUNDAY
Cera Koenig, Jess Fee, and myself...ventured to Smith's house. Fucking yes. We went down to the beach, blah blah blah. Very much fun. And we wanted to go to the Haunted House, so he let us in for a discount..like $5. HaaaaHaaaa. So Cera&Sara were attached the whole time. Jess&I were attached the whole time. Cera fell, and then pissed her pants. Yes, really. I started laughing at Cera, and pissed my pants. Yes, really. Then the man started chasing and grabbing us, and it was pitch black, so we just bolted. Being as it was pitch black, I ran into a wall, resulting in a bleeding&fat lip. And my nose is like...crooked. HaaaaHaaaa. So much fun. Then we went back to Sara's and had even more fun.
Skip monday, skip teusday, BUT...
WEDNESDAY
CHAPTER 1
After school, Cera Koenig, Smith, and I, went to the Great Neck Rec. Center, like every other A day, to work out. Well it was all good and well, until we were on the TREADMILLS. Which I am ..usually.. a pro at. So we ran 10 minutes, and I was on like my 11th minute, when my shoe came untied, the string got caught in the conveyor belt, I fell forward, made an alarmingly obnoxious noise on the treadmill, and fell to the ground. Laughing my ass off. The first thing I asked about when Cera, Smith, and the like 20 year old guy thatI don't know rushed over was, "Where's my CD Player?!?!" Hahahaha. Fucking yes. And then they were all -- ill go get help-- and i was all-- no im fine-- and smith was all -- no look at your leg-- (if you didnt notice im really sick of typing this entry) and then i looked down and to my surprise, there was this diesel fucking laceration in my knee, and the blood was all over my leg and ew. And I couldn't stop laughing. & so naturally, smith's mom came to pick us up. Where...
CHAPTER 2
we were outside waiting, and saw one of the hot kids from inside, waiting in the lobby for his ride to pick him up. Being as I had all my books from school, I had to do it. So, I wrote a big sign that said "You're really hot!" and gave it to Cera. She took tape of my leg..which was holding my gauze on my big gross wound..and she taped it to the door right in front of his face. He smiled and nodded. And then I wrote another one that said "Are you flattered" and Cera again, proceeded to tape it right in front of his face. So he walks out the door and goes "Very." and then his ride picked him up. Hahaha, he didn't seem very excited. And the sadder thing is, I think he was even less excited then he let on. Fucking haaaa. Us hotties.
CHAPTER 3
When I got home, I chilled. But then I told mom about how the EMT, and smith's mom..the nurse..all said I needed to get it checked out becuase I need stitches. Naturally, Dad took me to Little Neck Medical. We waited, we went, he looked, he nodded, he cleaned, he taped, he talked. He said, it's my choice to get stitches. It would heal better, with a smaller scar, if I got stitches. If I really didn't want them, I didn't have to. But it was his recommendation I did. Well fucking duh, he said I didn't need them so of course I didn't take them. He gave me crutches becuase he thinks I need them. I left.
TODAY
I got ready to go to school and all, and left. I had the crutches, but didn't even make it to the busstop becuase, due to my finger STILL being broken, I couldn't wrap it around the handle of the crutch...which resulted in my repeated falling. So I said, fuck this shit, and pretended to miss the bus, so I went home. I actually wanted to go to school today.
AND IF YOU WERE WONDERING, YES. YES, I DO FEEL PRETTY FUCKING AWESOME, BEING AS I CAN SAY: " I PISSED MY PANTS AT THE AGE OF 15, I RAN INTO A WALL AND GOT A FAT LIP AND CROOKED NOSE, I WAS BEASTED ON AND ATTACKED BY A TREADMILL WHICH RESULTED IN A GAPING HOLE IN MY KNEE, AND I COULDN'T WALK WITH THE CRUTCHES I HAD BECAUSE MY FINGER WAS STILL BROKEN FROM DOING STUPID THINGS IN MY 9TH GRADE YEAR OF PE, ALL BECAUSE I WAS TOO INTERESTED IN MY CONVERSATION WITH DONNY THAN THE GAME IN FRONT OF ME. AND THE FACT THAT EVERYTHING I SAID PREVIOUSLY...HAPPENED IN A FOUR DAY RANGE. GOD WANTS ME TO DIE. HAVE MERCY ON ME. i love life. :]
This weekend was the best weekend I've ever had in my life, that didn't involve Alex.
FRIDAY
Jess's party. So fun. In attendance was: Jess, Amy Martin, Kim Anderson, Kelsey Rhiner, Ryane somebody..., Chelsea Smith!, Chrissy Hopkins, and uhh I guess that's all. Can't remember. So much fun. I left at 11.
and...
SATURDAY
Nothing. And then around 6, movies with Jess and Cera and crew kids. Saw Brianna<3 with Baron and Charlie and Jarrod. Also, very fun.
and finally...
SUUNDAY
Cera Koenig, Jess Fee, and myself...ventured to Smith's house. Fucking yes. We went down to the beach, blah blah blah. Very much fun. And we wanted to go to the Haunted House, so he let us in for a discount..like $5. HaaaaHaaaa. So Cera&Sara were attached the whole time. Jess&I were attached the whole time. Cera fell, and then pissed her pants. Yes, really. I started laughing at Cera, and pissed my pants. Yes, really. Then the man started chasing and grabbing us, and it was pitch black, so we just bolted. Being as it was pitch black, I ran into a wall, resulting in a bleeding&fat lip. And my nose is like...crooked. HaaaaHaaaa. So much fun. Then we went back to Sara's and had even more fun.
Skip monday, skip teusday, BUT...
WEDNESDAY
CHAPTER 1
After school, Cera Koenig, Smith, and I, went to the Great Neck Rec. Center, like every other A day, to work out. Well it was all good and well, until we were on the TREADMILLS. Which I am ..usually.. a pro at. So we ran 10 minutes, and I was on like my 11th minute, when my shoe came untied, the string got caught in the conveyor belt, I fell forward, made an alarmingly obnoxious noise on the treadmill, and fell to the ground. Laughing my ass off. The first thing I asked about when Cera, Smith, and the like 20 year old guy thatI don't know rushed over was, "Where's my CD Player?!?!" Hahahaha. Fucking yes. And then they were all -- ill go get help-- and i was all-- no im fine-- and smith was all -- no look at your leg-- (if you didnt notice im really sick of typing this entry) and then i looked down and to my surprise, there was this diesel fucking laceration in my knee, and the blood was all over my leg and ew. And I couldn't stop laughing. & so naturally, smith's mom came to pick us up. Where...
CHAPTER 2
we were outside waiting, and saw one of the hot kids from inside, waiting in the lobby for his ride to pick him up. Being as I had all my books from school, I had to do it. So, I wrote a big sign that said "You're really hot!" and gave it to Cera. She took tape of my leg..which was holding my gauze on my big gross wound..and she taped it to the door right in front of his face. He smiled and nodded. And then I wrote another one that said "Are you flattered" and Cera again, proceeded to tape it right in front of his face. So he walks out the door and goes "Very." and then his ride picked him up. Hahaha, he didn't seem very excited. And the sadder thing is, I think he was even less excited then he let on. Fucking haaaa. Us hotties.
CHAPTER 3
When I got home, I chilled. But then I told mom about how the EMT, and smith's mom..the nurse..all said I needed to get it checked out becuase I need stitches. Naturally, Dad took me to Little Neck Medical. We waited, we went, he looked, he nodded, he cleaned, he taped, he talked. He said, it's my choice to get stitches. It would heal better, with a smaller scar, if I got stitches. If I really didn't want them, I didn't have to. But it was his recommendation I did. Well fucking duh, he said I didn't need them so of course I didn't take them. He gave me crutches becuase he thinks I need them. I left.
TODAY
I got ready to go to school and all, and left. I had the crutches, but didn't even make it to the busstop becuase, due to my finger STILL being broken, I couldn't wrap it around the handle of the crutch...which resulted in my repeated falling. So I said, fuck this shit, and pretended to miss the bus, so I went home. I actually wanted to go to school today.
AND IF YOU WERE WONDERING, YES. YES, I DO FEEL PRETTY FUCKING AWESOME, BEING AS I CAN SAY: " I PISSED MY PANTS AT THE AGE OF 15, I RAN INTO A WALL AND GOT A FAT LIP AND CROOKED NOSE, I WAS BEASTED ON AND ATTACKED BY A TREADMILL WHICH RESULTED IN A GAPING HOLE IN MY KNEE, AND I COULDN'T WALK WITH THE CRUTCHES I HAD BECAUSE MY FINGER WAS STILL BROKEN FROM DOING STUPID THINGS IN MY 9TH GRADE YEAR OF PE, ALL BECAUSE I WAS TOO INTERESTED IN MY CONVERSATION WITH DONNY THAN THE GAME IN FRONT OF ME. AND THE FACT THAT EVERYTHING I SAID PREVIOUSLY...HAPPENED IN A FOUR DAY RANGE. GOD WANTS ME TO DIE. HAVE MERCY ON ME. i love life. :]