Yesterday I left math class with theresa to walk around the halls for like, 10 minutes. Even though we had a pass and even though she's let other kids do it and we had our work done and came back at the end of the period, apparently our bitch sub wrote us up for skipping. Then TODAY my mom texted me and when I checked it (to fighure out if I needed to come home after school or not, she took my phone. I am sooooooo pissed. Now my mom has to come in and pick up my phone at the end of the day. And I can't ride the bus to the rush room. And now my whole evening is screw up because the STUPID SUB decided that she should try to make her job really important by torturing me. And if I get a detention I'm gonna tell the office I'm being profiled because I had a pass. WHORE.
I hate high school. So much. For. Serious.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Scream so loud...
For health class we have to write this thing about "sexting." But since it's a silent activity we can listen to our iPods. I'm sitting here listening to "Crazy Bitch" by Buckcherry...which is possibly the most inappropriate song in the history of mankind. Not only do I find the song itself funny, but I think the irony of the situation is fantastic.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
All I want is to be home
I decided that I'm gonna learn to play landslide for mother's day for my mama...but I'll have to capo it because, although I do have what I discovered to be a 2 and 1/3 octave range, I can't hit all the low notes. Anyway, I think my mom will appreciate it.
I have so much crap to do and I've done none of it. I have seniorities and I'm not even a senior. This is not good.
I bought a pair of skinny jeans at Macy's today for $7. I am so excited about my life. They're so cool. Everyone should be jealous.
I believe I opened an invitation for everyone to come to my house and listen to my albums and burn incense and talk about life with me.....nobody has taken me up on this offer. I'm disappointed in every single one of you.
So there's this little girl at the church who apparently is fighting with her dad and doesn't want to talk to him post-divorce. And my mom wants me to talk to her since my dad and I didn't speak for years. Which is cool and all, and I'd love to help her, but I don't even know what I can possibly say to her.
I feel like everyone on the planet is angry at me. I wish I knew what I did wrong...
I have so much crap to do and I've done none of it. I have seniorities and I'm not even a senior. This is not good.
I bought a pair of skinny jeans at Macy's today for $7. I am so excited about my life. They're so cool. Everyone should be jealous.
I believe I opened an invitation for everyone to come to my house and listen to my albums and burn incense and talk about life with me.....nobody has taken me up on this offer. I'm disappointed in every single one of you.
So there's this little girl at the church who apparently is fighting with her dad and doesn't want to talk to him post-divorce. And my mom wants me to talk to her since my dad and I didn't speak for years. Which is cool and all, and I'd love to help her, but I don't even know what I can possibly say to her.
I feel like everyone on the planet is angry at me. I wish I knew what I did wrong...
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
I Just Want You to Know Who I Am
Do you ever feel like nobody really knows you? Or that they don't want to know you? Like, who you really are. Little quirks that like, nobody knows about because they either don't ask or don't pick up on them. Sometimes I feel like I have all these interesting habits (I say interesting, because if I ever observe anyone doing something even remotely similar to something I know I tend to do, I'm fascinated) that nobody even cares about. So like, who do they know?
Sometimes, I sit in class and just watch people. I pretend like people know I'm watching people and that they watch me watching people. In fact, I like to pretend that people are focusing on me a lot of the time, like when I walk down the hall or home from school. I also wonder if other people people watch me as I people watch. I like to pretend like they do. I sound like a self-centered stalker. But it's not like that. Anyone that's done any people watching at all would understand.
Sometimes, I sit in class and just watch people. I pretend like people know I'm watching people and that they watch me watching people. In fact, I like to pretend that people are focusing on me a lot of the time, like when I walk down the hall or home from school. I also wonder if other people people watch me as I people watch. I like to pretend like they do. I sound like a self-centered stalker. But it's not like that. Anyone that's done any people watching at all would understand.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Wouldn't it be a lovely headline? LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL on the New York Times
So I was walking down the hall today and I was thinking to myself about someone, although I can't remember who at the moment, and I realized how nice they were. I mean, whoever this person was has always been nice. But for some reason I just decided that they were very nice. I don't know. Anyway, I was thinking about how much I liked them and at the same time the thought that I'm not that nice of a person sort of dawned on me. It sort of made me feel bad. Because I'm nice sometimes. But I have a bad temper and a short fuse and I can be a real jerk. So I'm not too sure why anyone likes me, to be perfectly honest. And if I died, I wouldn't blame people for going 'oh, well, she was kind of a bitch, so whatever.' because I'm pretty sure that even my own mother spends a good part of her time not liking me very much.
The other day I made a semi-stupid decision that I don't regret nearly as much as I probably should. And the day before that (which seems like a month ago, but really it was only a week and a few days ago) I made another bad decision that I likewise don't feel that bad about. Actually, I've reached an impressive level of not caring about my well being. It's not like I'm shooting up or swallowing fire or something. So like, it's not like it even matters. I'm just making a passive observation of the deterioration of my morals. That was a pretty sentence.
I got the job at Idlewild and signed the contract. I'm not sure how I feel about this. A.J. ships out with the air force on June 30. I'm also not sure how I feel about this.
I'm not really looking forward to this weekend. I'm sort of already over it.
I love the song "Green Eyes" by Coldplay. It makes me smile since I have green eyes.
I wish I could see Rufus Wainwright in concert. I wish he'd go on another tour. I wish he'd come to Pittsburgh when he DOES tour again.
The other day I made a semi-stupid decision that I don't regret nearly as much as I probably should. And the day before that (which seems like a month ago, but really it was only a week and a few days ago) I made another bad decision that I likewise don't feel that bad about. Actually, I've reached an impressive level of not caring about my well being. It's not like I'm shooting up or swallowing fire or something. So like, it's not like it even matters. I'm just making a passive observation of the deterioration of my morals. That was a pretty sentence.
I got the job at Idlewild and signed the contract. I'm not sure how I feel about this. A.J. ships out with the air force on June 30. I'm also not sure how I feel about this.
I'm not really looking forward to this weekend. I'm sort of already over it.
I love the song "Green Eyes" by Coldplay. It makes me smile since I have green eyes.
I wish I could see Rufus Wainwright in concert. I wish he'd go on another tour. I wish he'd come to Pittsburgh when he DOES tour again.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Drabbles for Ande :)
I wrote these drabbles for my school magazine. I hope you don't absolutely hate them :/ It took me a while to post them because I cant get on this site from school and I have the drabbles on my laptop. I finally brought my laptop home, so here they are.
Squid in a Blender.
One day I was sitting in my room minding my own business, reading a book. It was a chilly night and my room was very drafty, so I decided to light my bed on fire. It quickly spread from the blanket that had initially ignited to the rest of the blankets on the bed. Since I was warm and cozy again, I continued to read. The fire spread from my blankets throughout the rest of the room until I was surrounded by the flames. By the end of the night, my room was even draftier than it had been before.
It will surely attack if you don’t go.
As I tucked into the pancakes, I began to think about Antony, the frightened man that had spoken to me earlier that morning on the train. He had seemed worried about the creeping thing that was lurking at the back of the compartment, but he would not say why. Just then, the waiter stopped by, interrupting my thoughts, and refilled my cup of coffee. It was only then that I realized that I had been convinced to get off at the wrong stop and now I would not be able to stop by and feed Joseph, the man’s pet bulldog.
Yes, I do have a record player.
Even though I had asked the man for a glass of milk, the glass of water than he had handed me instead was cool and refreshing and I was glad to have something to drink. He took a seat across from me and stared me down with his calm brown eyes. As I took a drink from the glass, he leaned forward and stared at me intently. Finally, I realized that the water was poisoned and that the entire situation had something to do with an English professor I had fallen in love with many years ago known as Jennings.
Don’t worry, I just stubbed my toe.
You told me it wouldn’t matter if I slept on your couch or on your floor. Like any normal person, I decided to go to the kitchen and make a sandwich instead. However, your wallpaper was absolutely horrid so I left and went to your bathroom. I wish your radiator did not make such terrible noises, because then I wouldn’t have been driven to destroy it with the meat tenderizer I found under the sink. However, being the seventeenth day of the month, I was couldn’t reason with the radiator in question and decide upon a positive course of action.
That ostrich has a broken wing.
All that I wanted for Christmas was a pack of yellow number two Ticonderoga pencils. However, being the child of a lion tamer, I was instead presented with a coffee mug and a garden hose. So at the young age of fifty-two, I gave up what could have been a very promising career as an artist and instead decided to open a deli. It was only when the young man in the black mask came in and demanded all of my money that I remembered I should have gone to the circus earlier that day to feed the elephants cabbage.
Squid in a Blender.
One day I was sitting in my room minding my own business, reading a book. It was a chilly night and my room was very drafty, so I decided to light my bed on fire. It quickly spread from the blanket that had initially ignited to the rest of the blankets on the bed. Since I was warm and cozy again, I continued to read. The fire spread from my blankets throughout the rest of the room until I was surrounded by the flames. By the end of the night, my room was even draftier than it had been before.
It will surely attack if you don’t go.
As I tucked into the pancakes, I began to think about Antony, the frightened man that had spoken to me earlier that morning on the train. He had seemed worried about the creeping thing that was lurking at the back of the compartment, but he would not say why. Just then, the waiter stopped by, interrupting my thoughts, and refilled my cup of coffee. It was only then that I realized that I had been convinced to get off at the wrong stop and now I would not be able to stop by and feed Joseph, the man’s pet bulldog.
Yes, I do have a record player.
Even though I had asked the man for a glass of milk, the glass of water than he had handed me instead was cool and refreshing and I was glad to have something to drink. He took a seat across from me and stared me down with his calm brown eyes. As I took a drink from the glass, he leaned forward and stared at me intently. Finally, I realized that the water was poisoned and that the entire situation had something to do with an English professor I had fallen in love with many years ago known as Jennings.
Don’t worry, I just stubbed my toe.
You told me it wouldn’t matter if I slept on your couch or on your floor. Like any normal person, I decided to go to the kitchen and make a sandwich instead. However, your wallpaper was absolutely horrid so I left and went to your bathroom. I wish your radiator did not make such terrible noises, because then I wouldn’t have been driven to destroy it with the meat tenderizer I found under the sink. However, being the seventeenth day of the month, I was couldn’t reason with the radiator in question and decide upon a positive course of action.
That ostrich has a broken wing.
All that I wanted for Christmas was a pack of yellow number two Ticonderoga pencils. However, being the child of a lion tamer, I was instead presented with a coffee mug and a garden hose. So at the young age of fifty-two, I gave up what could have been a very promising career as an artist and instead decided to open a deli. It was only when the young man in the black mask came in and demanded all of my money that I remembered I should have gone to the circus earlier that day to feed the elephants cabbage.
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