I hate this journal!

Thats all.

People call me at all hours. Every night. What if I was sleeping?!? It's alright though, I like it. This way I know that I'm not the only one that can't sleep.

I have scratches on my hand from Rascal ( Read more... )

then I relized that I didn't feel like it. So instead..

My dad is supposed to be picking me up later and I might see Mandee when he gets here. Hopefully.

And I am a very unhappy little girl right now.

Friday was school, very gay. not one kid in my class watched Bush like we were supposed to for History. It was okay though cause I got a fast thinkin class and we all pulled everything together while the teacher was in the hallway ( Read more... )

Third day in a row that I missed the fucking bus. I can't fucking find it. It's a different number every day. Well, I guess it was good that I missed the bus because I ended up calling my mom and she came to pick me up. I sat by myself outside for a while and this guy came over to me and sat down and introduced himself, his name is Jay. Total babe ( Read more... )

So much for sleep, huh?

I said that I would sleep and love it, and that is what I intend on doing. But I guess not yet..heh..no, its not a laughing matter. I need to get to sleep. Ugh. I guess I will go and try to sleep again. We'll see if it works. I doubt it though. -sigh-

My teachers are so gay. Especially my last period one hes all "YANKEES YANKEES GEORGE BUSH YANKEES GEORGE BUSH SENIOR!!MARINES MARINES!!MARRY A RICH GIRL SO SHE CAN BUY YOU YANKEE TICKETS GEOOOOOORGE BUUUUUUSH" and I'm all "snore" but only for like a second cause he was being so loud when he was telling us something..that I can't remember like hes ( Read more... )

Hello all ( Read more... )