I'm feeling so much and it's driving me fucking bonkers. I hate when I'm like this and I hate what it feels like to be like this. I hate laying bed at night and thinking about everything and knowing that I'm being cynical and stupid and sad and naive and fuckingignorant. I hate it. I do it to myself almost every night, unless I'm so tired I just
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Well, I thought I was going to get to go to Heather's tonight. But I'm not. If I had a penis, I'd tell all parents to suck it. Well, maybe not all. Just mine. Yeh.
Tried calling Glenn. He wasn't home. I accidently hung up on Heather and I feel a bit bad for that, but I didn't mean to, damnit.
(In case you can't tell, I'm just in a pissy mood because today fucking sucked. But that's alright. I guess. Whatever. To make matters better, tomorrow is fucking picture day. Shoot me. Right between the eyes.)
Got To Kill a Mockingbird outtah the library today. Actually turned in every bit of my homework for World History in on TIME today. Finished Geometry homework a little bit earlier. Glenn came over. Hm. We played catch in the backyard. There's another fucking pep rally on Friday. So I'm going to ask him [nicely] to pick me up Friday
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Oh, the irony. I finished reading The Catcher in the Rye yesterday, and today I go to school and find out that they're doing outside reading for that book in English. Which means I'm just going to check out To Kill a Mockingbird from the library so I can read ahead. We also have to read Julius Caeser, but I'd much rather read To Kill a Mockingbird.
I keep coughing&coughing because I can't get rid of this itchy feeling in my throat. It's driving me crazy. Why is it I don't have school today, but here I am, waking up at nine in the morning. Shit. Well, I guess that gives me plenty of time to work on my World History homework. Yeh.