Holy shit, it's the first of December. Is that possible? I doesn't feel like December at all, shit, I'm still thinking it's October. You'd think that with school I would actually remember what day of the week it was, but no. I thought pretty much every day this week was Friday... I was always disappointed when I found out it was Monday or Wednesday ( Read more... )

School is too early. I can't think that early in the morning.
Chemistry is so nauseating, I'm surprised I don't just vomit every time I walk in that classroom. There are too many equations and numbers and elements to remember, I get a headache from just thinking about the Regents. If I can hardly remember what I did yesterday in Chem, how the fuck ( Read more... )

Today was long, way too fucking long. I thought it would never end ( Read more... )

My father wants to know more about my life. He thinks that to do that, he has to go through my phone, reading my texts, or standing over my shoulder while I'm on the computer (thank god he's not right now, otherwise, obviously, I wouldn't be writing this). But that's not the way you do it. Just sit down and start a conversation with me, I'll talk ( Read more... )

Ugh, mornings suck. Sunday mornings suck. I'm dreading going to school tomorrow, but I've taken so many "sick" days it's unbelievable, and it's not even December. I wonder what my friends are going to say about my newly dyed hair. I'm kind of nervous, though I shouldn't be. I can't count the amount of times I've changed my hair color.
My father ( Read more... )

For the official "Day After Thanksgiving" I'm at my gramparents. They're Italian, meaning more food, in about five courses, and in only about an hour and a half, and, more of my Gramma trying to convince me to eat meat again. "You know, Corrinne was a vegetarian, but she stopped after a few months. When are you going to eat meat again, heh?" Eh, ( Read more... )

Thanksgiving: a reason to over-eat, not that we really need a reason. Also gives way to Christmas. Thanksgiving is mostly overlooked, as it is a stupid holiday and I don't understand why we celebrate it. But, whatever, mashed potatoes is all the explination I need.

I'm sixteen, and misunderstood, but what's new with teenagers. It's cliche, but I ( Read more... )