ye olde blog of the day

I have no idea where i got a title like that, it just sort of popped up. i need a new template.

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right, well, yesterday was solid proof that school is abusive. i didn't know the door was open all the way so i kept trying to open it when it was already open. then i let abby and heather go in ahead of me, and what does that stupid door do? it makes me crash into it. damn, it hurt like a bitch. what is the deeper meaning of childhood's end? if you know, please tell me by tomorrow's first block, because i have an in-class essay and it would be nice if i got something HIGHER than a B- for once. besides, this is the first time since the first two weeks of school that i have an A- in english, and i would really like to keep it.
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damnit that american idol. if john stevens gets into the top 2, i'm going to cry. he sucks like a piece of shit. come on! i bet a piece of shit could probably sing better. and what was up with all the good singers in the bottom? (with the exception of jasmine trias and, aww heck, diana degarmo) errgh...it's all those damn twelve year olds voting for the people they feel sorry for. damnit. the point is to vote for the good people not the shitty ones. damn. tell john stevens to go back to the spring musical, he'd probably do better there. why did he try out? WHY?! WHY!? damnit. DAMNIT. DAMNIT
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all my favorite shows have catfights coming up! woohoo! sounds like fun! one tree hill AND OC!
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ok, enough now. bye.

school doesn't work for me
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my parents are actually granting me the privilege of going out this weekend. you have no idea how happy i am. so if you see me at PGA, take advantage of saying hi to me because you may not see me there again for a long-ass time unless i'm with my cousins or baby-sitting or something.
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right, well, school is okay. i guess you can say. ironically, it made me happier and took me out of my depressing state. i think i'm getting better, instead of being depressed for weeks at a time, i've reduced it to being depressed for days at a time. aren't you happy for me? i'm happy for me. if you're not happy for me then you're gay.
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hmm...we bombarded our english teacher with the question, "why do we need essays?" we personally think they were designed especially to stress us out and make life more complicated, but she says they help us in our educational career so that we can think more deeply in our futures. heh, imagine that

well, i believe that's all i have to say for today. until next time.

Spring Break...damn what is that again?

hey everyone. back from my infamous spring break. honestly, it sucked like crap. if i explain it, it would just be a waste of my typing because all i did was eat, sleep, talk on the phone, and go to my cousin's house. about every single person i know got to go to PGA, but did i? no, of course not because my parents are determined to deprive me of every single thing in this world that would expose me to people other than relatives of course. geez. don't get me started, i might end up yelling and explaining my entire life story and who the hell wants to hear me sulk? i've been sulky this past five or six days. i hope i get better though because i don't like being mad.

oh yeah, HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANTOINE!
it's a good thing you're 14, take advantage of this age.