it ain`t no thang but a chicken wang>>miraculously, i finished all my homework.
all of it b!tches, even the stuff i had to make up from when i was sick. that`s skills right there. of course, it took me about 4 hours. but HELL, it ain`t no thang but a chicken wang.
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you know what i`ve realized? whenever i write in my blog, i seem to forget to write in my journal, like my real journal. like the notebook thing you used to see on that cartoon
Doug where he used to write all of his insights and how much he was in love with Patti Mayonnaise and everything. Well yeah. that makes me feel bad, because if i ever wanted anyone to know about me, i`d want them to find my JOURNAL, not my blog. that`s too electronic. besides, don`t you think that things that are written down are a lot more meaningful than things that are typed? NO OFFENSE TO ALL OF YOU PEOPLE WHO HAVE DIARIES IN DISKS OR THE INTERNET OR ANYTHING! i`m just saying. i mean, that`s how i feel about things.
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alright, so my first day back at school. i`m really glad the weather`s turning up. it`s seeming a lot more like spring yenno? thank God for it, too, because i like sunny weather. I haven`t gotten allergies. ::knock on wood:: because i don`t want to GET allergies. so let`s see, spanish BORING as usual. i don`t know, that class just does NOT amuse me. my teacher is really nice and everything, but she has no personality, and it makes the class boring. Geometry, i was actually paying attention and asking questions and giving answers. i was asking questions on how to do crap on homework and blah blah blah about my test on wednesday. now you know that you have entered a parallel universe when i, kathleen, am giving a sh!t in geometry. homeroom, normal businass as usual. break, had this weird talk with chelsea about how a lot of people are giving us crap that we don`t think we did anything to deserve. we wonder if it`s us and we try to fix it, but apparently, trying to fix our mistakes makes matters worse...imagine that. religion, no one believed me when i said judgment was spelled wrong on the board. it was spelled out like this J-U-D-G-E-M-E-N-T. I KNOW that`s wrong. i know that`s wrong because it`s one of the most frequently misspelled words in the english language. i know that`s wrong because i got it wrong on a spelling test once, and it was the only spelling test that i ever got anything wrong. No one believed me until Mrs. Page actually whipped out a dictionary and said I was right. so HAH. yes, that`s right. learn something new today, bitches
. the word "judgment" HAS NO EXTRA 'E'. oh right, we also began watching
dead man walking, i don`t know how i feel about this movie so far. it has a bunch of rednecks, and i`m not the type of person to watch a redneck kinda movie, ya know? it`s just not my thing. world history, apparently i have a test wednesday which i get to extend to thursday because my teacher is hella nice like that. free period, chilled with danielle, joann, and elena--horny asses. they talk of nothing BUT sex. hahaha. and yet i love them? lunch, chilled in the library with abbie, and eventually chelsea, and just studied and did hw. biology, that class always bores me, but oh well. english, i am PISSED OFF. i missed more than half of
swing kids. and i`m pretty sure i like that i would like that movie--seeing that i`ve loved every movie i`ve watched in english this year. i s0o have to rent that. REMIND ME. the guy`s hot in that movie. =) chorus, we`re learning a whole mess of swing stuff. i love swing. me and mike are contemplating on whether or not we want to get into it--being that we don`t have interests, how cool would it be if our interest was swing?! i mean, dancing is just awesome in general anyway, so yeah. AND NO not THAT kind of SWINGING. SWING LIKE
SWING DANCING. GOSH. drove home from totah`s house. my dad said that i kinda took a wide right turn and that i would have failed if i was taking the test right then and there. kinda lowered my morale, but it`s okay. i AM getting better at driving. i`m not as nervous. i`m just nervous about making left turns in narrow streets. i`m afraid of turning and hitting the curb, or turning and hitting a car coming in the opposite direction. i don`t know, my dad makes me nervous when i drive. i think i should be able to drive by myself. but no. oh well. i can`t wait `til i get my license. i can almost see my ugly-ass face on that piece of plastic shining with all it`s got. ::sigh:: well, i`ll leave you dreaming of me on that soon-to-be provisional license.
