| fishies = yayyyy |
[27 Sep 2003|03:59pm] |
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yesterday sucked, wes and i where going to go down to vancouver (he didn't really want to, but meh. XP) and as we where walking to the bus stop, i tripped and cut my knee up pretty good. blech. it hurts a lot. Then today, we went out and got three goldfishes. yaaaay~
=3 yaaay
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[24 Sep 2003|10:29pm] |
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mrah, this sucks. i'll never understanding anything, if people don't start giving me a clear picture of why the fuck i waste so much time and energy.
I see, I find, I make sure.
I stare, I'm fascinated, I'm satisfied, but
I look up, I see, I compare.
I despise, I stray, I'm abandoned.
/ayumi.
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| your such a fucking bitch ho slut fatass table-eater. yeah, you know who you are. |
[23 Sep 2003|09:39pm] |
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no, it's not to anyone that reads this journal. it's this bitch in yearbook. she's fucking massive, and i'm not being mean or anything. she's just flat out big. She was being a dickhead to wesley, and kept saying how hungry she was. god i hate people like that, want food? it's called, packing a lunch/snack or DINNER in this fatasses case. god.
today was a lot better then i thought it would be. My interview only lasted 15 minutes for my work exp, which was good. i didn't plan on comming back to school, but i got bored. not many people where there today though. glad i went. we could do whatever we wanted. deluca's a fucking great teacher, i worked on my script all day, and he gave me the big-fat-book-of-almost-everything. cool eh?
highlight of my school day: cherie almost fell off a ladder, i giggled. ~teeee. i should have kicked the later though.
After school ended, i went to help keith out in yearbook. Annlei, was suppose to stay but she wasn't feeling good. So i helped out keith with the FAT ASS TABLE EATING MONSTER, AND HER SIDE KICK CHUBS. oh, how i loath thee. Wesley came near the end, and the bitch would only mutter things, not actually say it to his face. So, me and ashely borrowed some of deluca's popcorn and ate then left. yaaaaay
Wes came over after school, and mom with her massive hangover gave us leftover dinner from drunk night yesterday. yumm. not.
*sing mode* watch me, hold me, sign my cast for me, wheeeel meeee. cause where getting higher and hiiiigher. */sing mood*
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Will, today didn't end up as i had orignallity planned. I met once with mr manuel just to get out of bio, and put back in bad and it ended up with me breaking down about life, and the problems i'm having. He had to have a meeting though, so i was told to come back after lunch, when i calmed down a bit, but i was still out of it. Then we got to talking again. He kept asking me what my problems where, i kept telling him. The reason i'm so upset is because i think way to much of things. the way people act to me, has nothing to do with how I think they feel. I think way to much into other people, i have to get over what happened, and realize that it'll never be the same. because people change, and i'm stuck in this super shitty mood, no wonder no one would wanna be around me. my dad's an asshole too, and i can't go to europe because of him.
i need a bath, and a nice teddy bear to cuddle with... maybe i'll steal karissa's again tomorrow. hullay. I'm gonna get my script done, it's a really cool idea. maybe i'll post it.
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