Fuck it ( Read more... )

GOOD MORNING, CUNTS ( Read more... )

To clear some things up:

This entry is public. This journal, however, is friends-only. I neglected to mention when I changed that.

So comment on this here to be added.

Don't remember nothing about school Thursday, since we really didn't have any since chorus had to go practice for about four periods. Got a ride with Tegan and Mason and Angelo, went to Wendy's and that was quite pleasant. Then went home and ate, changed, went to Dad's office and did some homework, then met up with Courtney for about fifteen ( Read more... )

Holy crap on a stick, I can't believe I did it.

Fmeh. Fucking Dr. Hornbaker. With your stupid graduation thing and the whole standing up for three fucking hours, starting at six-thirty, interrupting my time at Taylor's. And your anal-retentive attention to all the wrong details and your constantly fucking up the rhythm and your is-he-or-isn't-he-gay thing ( Read more... )

I found another twenty dollars in my pants today. I have no idea where all this money comes from, since I don't do anything that remotely resembles getting off my lazy ass and working. Oh well, another entry in the "Graham Collection of Extremely Odd and Offbeat and Generally Weird Movies" will soon be mine.

I am really, really, really tired ( Read more... )

I left school after the final bell rang, went outside, and was completely, absolutely soaked. It looked like I'd gone swimming with all my clothes on. Quite a fun experience. And about an hour after that was spent throwing pebbles in a puddle so I could watch the ripples. I'm a very, very easily amused person.

If Mrs. Nottingham and Mr. Frostick had children, they would bring about the end of the world as we know it. She came in and hit on him again. It's hilarious to watch ( Read more... )