For those of you who have been to the main page...I don't usually let assholes like that get to me, but today was the wrong week to be signing the guestbook and calling me a whore. I've been Super Bitch all week. It's been very stressful. I did get a first on my vocal solo, which means next year I get to do Class B, and I have a chance at going to state Senior year. I'm happy for Maribeth and Amanda for going to state for their solos and their duet...even though it might not seem like it. I'm just dealing with a lot of shit right now. I wish you guys the best of luck at state though, not that you need, you guys rock!! I never knew how pretty Amanda's voice was either, I heard it at the Christmas concert, but in Italian, it sounds way better, lol. Love ya babes! Now the new obstacle is going to state for Forensics, which the district meet is tomorrow, and that's what determine whether or not we go. Jessica and I aren't fighting anymore, which will make getting to state easier. She's not as much of a bitch as I said she was...I was just really getting pissed off at her. But right now, I'm not. I've got other people to be mad at. I joined the Dance Squad at our school. I don't what I was thinking. I might have to quit that, we'll see what happens over the summer. Most of the squad are my friends...so that shouldn't be too bad. But no one in this town can dance, so we'll have to see. I can't wait until school ends, and starts again. I have stuff I wanna do. Dammit...I wish drama would run all year. Or the yearbook assholes would get on top of things go I can go in and edit, or make pages, or crop...anything to get me out of 4th hour study hall. Homework sucks. I never realized how confusing Algebra was until I missed 4 classes of it. Dammit. It took me forever to catch up on that shit, my test score was horrible. Oh well, it's math. I'm sure I'll make it up, and I'll get a B. I'm not even aiming for an A. The quarter end soon, and the show choir revue is soon. We're going to that, cuz Maribeth is in the showchoir. The only sophomore. I was thinking about auditioning for that next year, but if I stay on dance squad, I'd rather do that. I don't want to audtion my voice. Again, we'll see. That's next year. I've been updating so much, I'm running out of things to say. Rob is taking forever to do my CDs, dammit. I should be grateful that he would even do CDs for me. After all, I am me. And I think most of us know what Rob thinks about me. He really needs to stop doing drugs, he's missing too many brain cells to get the jokes that go on in biology. "They might make that into an olympic sport." Debbie and Melisssa get it. GOO. Ok, now that that is out of my system. You know what a really good song to listen when your mad is? Stupify, by Disturbed. Actually, I like this whole CD. It's the Little Nicky soundtrack. I wish Maribeth would come online so I could ask her if I can come over and copy her Queen and A Knights Tale CDs. She's probably doing hw, or something for her father. A biology project, no doubt. I don't know why the cancelled school today. It wasn't snowing, and I was outside before. It's not that icy. Mr. Principal just wants to screw us out of Easter vacay. I'm telling you. Speaking of Mr. Principal. Jessica got Rob in so much trouble this week. Well, according to Rob, it's not that much trouble. He stuck a fart bomb (small explosive) in her locker, and she turned him in. Then he lied about it. She turned him in again. It's all a sick twisted ring of shit. IT'S MY SONG. Anyway, now Rob is going to get her back for it. And I know him well enough to know he's going to do something stupid and get in more trouble. But who am I to interfere. It's not like he'd listen to me anyway. GOO! I had to say it again. Sorry. Why, do you like playing around with my, periscope of reality, I can feel it all start slipping away...I get stupified. I love this song. Thank you Michele, for making me listen to this crap. LOL. Look in my face, slip in my soul, I began to stupify. Sorry. Alright. Well, I don't have anymore things to bitch about. But I had plenty the last two times if you want to go and read those. Unless you're Jessica. I wouldn't read them. lol. Aight. Love peace and chicken grease.
Laters Masterbaters.
(Especially David!!! MAUAHAHAHA.) |