Monday, May 17, 2010

5.17.2010

I want my brother to come back home.
I miss him :/


School is almost out.
Yay? Boo?
I'm not quite sure how I feel about that yet.

Boys are failures.
So are girls.
Everyone fails.

Except Alissa&Koffee.
They don't.

I wanna take a roadtrip next summer.
All over the country.
Anyone wanna join me?
idk why I say that like someone will respond.
I don't even think anyone reads these damn things.
But I don't mind.


Uhm.
Okay.
All of you asshole fuckers who keep treating me like I'm a slut and I'll hook up with you.
Yeah.
You need to fucking stop because uhhhhh I hate you?
I'm not a slut and I will definitely not hook up with you.
So stop saying shit like that too me.
Thanks.

p.s. I have a secret.
Wanna know it?
Ha. Well I'm not gonna tell you.


//screwyou.

Friday, May 7, 2010

5.07.2010

When my step-father was still my step-father, he would tell me that my mom was at the bar drinking because I made her miserabe.


//whatatruththatwas.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

5.02.2010

11:11
Make a wish.

.......


I wonder how many times in a row I have to make the same wish before it comes true.


So it's a Sunday night.
And I still have two and a half pages to type for my late psychology report.
Lovely.

Unit math test on Thursday.
AP test on Friday.
Prom on Saturday.
Mother's Day on Sunday.
AP test on Wednesday.
Brother leaves on Thursday.
Depression will kick in Thursday night when I miss him.
Life = grand.
:


On the bright side
My room is very clean.
And rearranged.
Franklin and Donatello are still the best turtles ever.
They always listen to what I have to say.
And they don't ever complain.

Crap.
I have to pee again.
I hate this.
Why is my bathroom all the way downstairs?
Maybe I'll get more coffee while I'm down there.

I made more almond milk today.
I love it.
I am becoming more and more vegan as the days go by.
It makes me happy.
No one understands why I do it.
But that's okay.
At least I get it.

Secret: joiwlstcutmacmoomps.

No one will ever get that, so don't try.
I just needed to get it out there.

Sometimes I feel like this blog is totally pointless.
I know that no one reads it.
Maybe that's why I am so comfortable putting it up.
No one reads it even though they have the option to read it
And I am still putting my thoughts somewhere that isn't my poor migraine infested head.

Random fact: by my next birthday, I want three more ear piercings.
That'll make 12 total.
Which will be fun.

I really should concentrate.
Damn computer.


//didgoodtodaysorta.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

4.01.2010

This is pretty much a collection of a zillion different thoughts going on in my head right now. There is no order to any of these. And it is all over the place...

I wonder what life would be like if it had worked out. I wish I remembered what it felt like to like someone a lot. To me, the ugliest people in the world are the people who have a beautiful appearance but a horrid personality. It is a complete waste. Prom. Gah. 16 days from now. How crazy. Junior year is almost over. Damn. Where did my childhood go? I don't rememb er it. I feel like I just started high school last week. Suddenly I am worrying about my stupid SAT score because I want it to be higher so I can get a better chance of getting in a great college.

You know what I REALLY don't understand?
How is it that most of the working population HATES their job?
Each one of those people had the opportunity to do WHATEVER they want,
as long as they worked towards it.
How is it that they can just ... give that up?
I don't understand.
Why would anyone not try their absolute hardest to be able to do something they are passionate about?
I always thought that if someone wanted something,
they would do what they could to get there.
That's what I'm doing at least.

I could fall asleep right now.
I am THAT tired.
It's crazy.
I have done absolutely nothing since I got home from the Extreme Thing Saturday night.
It is now 9:37 on Thursday night.
Tomorrow is my last day of Spring Break..
and all I have done is sit on my ass and watch TV.
It has been .. wonderful actually.
My room is relatively clean.
I just need to do laundry and vacuum.

These past few weeks have been like... break-up/together season.
I have heard of 983754968 and 2 couples breaking up
Then there are the other 498752938473 couples that have recently gotten together.

Random fact: My brother has some SUPER cute friends. He doesn't bring them around though.


Oh.
Another thing.
I don't know what I did to deserve to be treated like a whore, but I don't appreciate it.

So if all of you stupid asshole guys would stop talking to me like I'm your everyday slut, it would really make life a lot less annoying for me.
Kay?
Thanks.

Now I am in a terrible mood because my mind is going through a few things that I am chosing to not share.
So I am just gonna stop typing now.
Pretty pointless post.


//ickfatgross.


Wednesday, March 31, 2010

3.31.2010

I can find out my SAT scores at midnight.
This is one of the most nerve wrecking few hours of my life.
The worst part?
When it hits midnight I will probably be too afraid to check them.
Grr.
Usher is hot.
Just FYI.


Speaking of guys.
Why don't I like them very easily?
It makes life super difficult.
Well.
No.
That's a lie.
It makes life easier.
Just more annoying I suppose.
Whateverr.
It's just my luck that when I meet that rare guy who I like,
it ends before it really starts.
LOVELY.
My head hurts.
I hate it when my head hurts.
Damn.
Usher is soo freakin hot.
Like wth.
Not fair.
My shirt has a turtle on it.
School is over in 8ish weeks.
huh.
I'm tired of people telling me what I am going to do.
You're stupid.
I'll do what I want to do.
You telling me what I am going to do makes me want to do the opposite.
So stop.
I have to go.
My laptop is gonna die.

Secret: I don't like you.
Peace Out Cub Scouts.

//inmyhead.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

3.24.2010

Ugh.

I went to Prom last year.
And -guess what- I'm going again this year.
Lovely.
Don't get me wrong, I want to go.
There's just a lot I have to decide now.
FML.



This is freakin stupid.
//Ihateprom.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

3.21.2010

You are going to regret not giving up.





//frustratedsickfat