Put the ART in Retarded

Ugh. I wish I wasn't still in GRADE SCHOOL sometimes. Okay, I'm a senior in HIgh School. So why do I feel like I'm with a group of seventh graders like the ones who visited our awful school today? People act so immature... and suck you into acting immature, too. So you look, sound, and most improtantly feel like an ass.

It's horrid when you're torn between knowing that your actions were immature and thoughtless and yet at the same time not actually feeling guilt for their repurcussions.

It's sort of like, "I'm sorry you caught me, I'm not sorry I did it". Okay, whatever. Talking behind people's backs. Um, excuse me, just because it's wrong doesn't mean that we don't realize that every single person does it. Hello, it's High School. We don't even have to go to the same school to talk about people. People talk about me- hell, I know what half of them say. I don't even care, because I'm reminding myself that I can't please everyone. And that it is unhealthy to try to please everyone. Just like it is unhealthy to spend every waking moment with a person, or to shy away from the inevitabiliy of life.

Alright so I did it. I'm not proud of it. But that doesn't necessarily mean that what was said was untrue. Just because you think that you're almighty and can do no wrong, doesn't mean you're right about that. I'm going to hell, I don't care. That's where the party will be.

I can't even seem to connect coherent thoughts together. All I can think about is how stupid this is. And how the only reason I care is because I feel like an awful person for not actually caring. There's actually only one person I am sort of worried about right now, and I'll work on that later. For now, it's a quarter past one am,a nd I have freaking soccer tomorrow.

I've Got My Hash Pipe

Today, of course, sucked. School was painful, Soccer was painful. It's almost over. Soccer anyway. And school only pains me because everyone is so emo, not because it's school. Because let's face it- it's senior year. School is futile.

But after I got back from soccer (at 7:30... damn) and showered, things were still looking down, which made me sad. Liz was grounded, so our movie-going seemed out, and Scott was being toolish and didn't want to see a movie and I don't know where Sean was. But hoorah-hoorah, just when things were looking bleakest, Kristen called to say she was set free early! So we went to see Waiting. Which excited me SOOOO much.

We got there, and I recognized the vehicle that is Dan's, for I just had a run-in per se with it two Mondays ago... good times, good times. Anyhoo, so we saw him and waved and whatnot, and then when we went to get our tickets, I realised I was an idiot and didn't bring my driver's lisence with me because I didn't drive. And they were actually carding. So I didn't know what to do, but Dan said if I gave him the mulah, he'd buy the ticks, but he didn't actually have to do that because Kristen just did. (haha and I paid entirely in quarters. hoorah for being poor and ghetto)

So we got in the movie, which was quite full. I knew Tricia and her elite bando crowd were there, so I was looking for them, but instead found Naz, who is another favourite of mine. I get excited when I see her in public places, such as the theatre or Harry Potter release parties. Anyway, she was with Bill Fox, who I always manage to run into at the oddest times. And two rows up were my darling bando friends, and so Kristen and I sat in the row between and experienced the best of both worlds, aka, tormented Tricia.

We enjoyed the movie vastly. Halfway through, Naz had to jet, so Bill came and sat by us. Yeah, so we looked all popular (phsst, what a lie) and such, with the bandos surrounding us and bill fox with us and basically I was thinking "what a random group of people" the whole time. But I love it, the random mixings that comes from trying to know everyone at everytime. Anyhoo, the movie was great and such, not quite as spectacular as I might have hoped, but still hilarious. Dane Cook continues to amuse me beyond reason.

And now here I am, exhausted.

Another busy day tomorrow, leave one.

Get a Helmet

Hocus Pocus can make the bad stuff go away.

Okay. Today sucked a whole lot. I'm not emo, so relax yourselves. But it really was an awful start to the week. First of all, because of my horrid slackerness, I had to get up at 6 am and write that stupid history free response. I know, I know, that's my own fault. But still it was a rotten start, stupid American Revolution. I don't see why we didn't just stay attached to Britain anyway, they weren't that tyrannical. And they talk and spell cooler than we do.

Then I get to school and finish the essay but oh, wait, I don't have any bloody time to do my stats. Which I don't care that much about, but I forgot I lended Caitlin my calculadora, and so I couldn't even learn how to make a residual graph. And i have like 12 homework problems to do now, but I'm still lacking a calculator, so I can't do any of them.

Then we get to chem, where I just have no fucking clue what's going on. And poor Jen keeps doing our labs, and I feel bad, because she is doing all the work in that class, and it isn't fair, so I promised to do the next one, but then I realised that I have no fucking clue how to do anything in that class. So I'll probably fuck up the lab and then she'll get a bad grade because I suck at this stuff.

Then at lunch, after the Birthday Brigade struck, Liz got pulled over for a speeding ticket. Which isn't directly affecting me, but it still sucks because she was with me. I feel semi-responsible.

The rest of the day wasn't so bad, besides practice, but that's inevitable. Elizabeth and I went on a fun trip to Target, and then to Best Buy (fuckers can't fix the comp) and then to visit Syd at the rink. That whole ordeal was fun.

Current list of hates:
- talk-behind-your-back-ers
- drama
- emo
- irritations
- college apps
- soccer
- my lack of free weekends.