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Tue, 17 Apr 2007 22:18:56 GMT

It's quite cold.
What the hell is going on with this Al Gore bullshit?
The earth ISNT GETTING ANY FUCKING WARMER. It's fucking snowing in APRIL. What the hell?

Anyways. So, I'm glad every time I go out with someone I'm not getting married, or else that'd be bad. : ] I think might see if Tyler can go to the dance with me. He's looking mighty hot. I change my mind too often, though. But iunno. I can't imagine myself settling down to one person. Ewwie! : ] TylerTylerTylerTylerTyler

Anyways. I'm bored.

Tue, 17 Apr 2007 02:29:44 GMT

So, I kinda forgot about LJ again. I'm mostly on myspace, but thanks to some travelling, I haven't been on the computer at all.
Basically, the past week has been complete shit. I was in the hospital two times, and finally had my appendix removed. Ew. I didn't like that. They had needles in my arm and shit, and then the first time they took blood out, the nurse slipped with the needle, and my arm stared pouring blood onto the bed. Worse of all? I was alone, basically, with a teacher from school. I was on a school field trip, seven and a half hours away from home. Then, I go back home, and what do I do? Get in a car and drive another eight hours to my grandmothers so I can just go back to the hospital because the OTHER hospital didn't give me the correct medicine. What the fuck is up with that? So besides the appendicitis, there was another infection in my lymph nodes.

And now, that fucking SLUT Hailey is trying to ask Adam out, and I think he'll say yes. Which pisses me off, because had I not been in the fucking hospital, I would've asked him out by now. Shittt.

Oh. I talked to my father on the phone, and he passed out drunk while on the phone. << This while I'm in the hospital. He's such a good father.

Him and Hailey can go die now.

And nowww. I have a paying job and I'm making roughly $100 a week. Which is pretty good considering that I'm fourteen. A lady named Kim something hired me to train her horse Dodger. He's fucking big. His back is 68 inches. Four inches under six feet. And I'm not so tall. But hey, as long as I don't die, this job is allll good.

Sun, 11 Mar 2007 16:50:53 GMT

well.
so much for trust and best friends
i'm going to keep to myself from now on
this shits stupid.

annnnd snowboarding was awesome
I even busted my knee on a terrain park : ]
haha.

Fri, 09 Mar 2007 21:32:38 GMT

sdkjfhsdkf
god mother fucking idiot.

I HOPE YOU DIE.
fuck.

i haven't used that kind of negativity for MONTHS
and here goes a fucking TEACHER that makes me this mad
FUCK ASSHOLE I HOPE YOU FALL OFF THE FACE OF THE FUCKING EARTH.

shakkeee it like a white girlllll
THAT was funny.

Wed, 07 Mar 2007 20:01:23 GMT

Virtually, there is no reason for this post. Except, I'm bored and I need something to do. I suppose could work on those assignments. Or I could do some chores that my mother told me to. OR I could call my Dad and see if we're still on for snowboarding. I definitely like the last idea. But oh-- there's no phone working. It snowed and now it's all staticy. Thats what we get for paying comcast.

I'm hungry.
But too damn lazy to get off my ass and do something about it. Dominoooooos to the rescue. Not really. I don't have any money. -Which reminds me. I need to call those people about what time I'm working tomorrow. Fuckkkkkk.

Mehh

Wed, 07 Mar 2007 19:47:00 GMT

Three projects due Monday.
Two I haven't even started. Can't our teachers coordinate so we don't have tons of shit to do? sdklfjsdlkfj. I swear. Teachers will rot in hell.

Ew

Wed, 07 Mar 2007 02:46:45 GMT

Tons of weird things happened tonight.

First Thing:    I'm staring at the screen, and when I look away, everything gets spinny.
Second Thing:     I go upstairs to get a freaking soda, and I look down at the stairs, and it feels like a rug and then it LOOKS like the stairs slip out from under me and I tumbled backwards, ( down like, ten steps. that was hell )
Three:     I'm just freaking sitting here, writing a post, and the goddamn chair FEELS like it's moving forward and trying to dump me into the computer. So I try to shove my hand into the moniter, and OBVIOUSLY to no freaking avail, my arm goes "CLANK" and the moniter is definitely solid.

Whaaattt the helllllllll.
And I swear.
I haven't taken ANY DRUGS.
None. Nada. Nothing.

Bahhh

Tue, 06 Mar 2007 23:10:06 GMT

The jokes that go on in my moms office are some crazy shit. [ I'm back on good terms with her ] But apparently, she got this add and it said, "Do you want to make your penis look as good as your face?" That alone had me cracking up, but then it continued, "try this penis patch and you'll get quick enlargement results." So. If you put that patch, say, on your boobs, will that make your boobs bigger? And what happens when you have an ugly face and you use the patch. Does that make your penis even uglier? ( By the way, who the hell looks at their penis like that? Aren't you just suppsed to suck it and fuck it? )

Anywayss. Theres a German test friday and I'm going to fail, because they haven't been teaching us very well. There actually hasn't even been a consistant teacher. It's amusing because Laura and I always fool aorund without being caught, but I'll probably fail anyways because I didn't learn to much.

And whooo. Adam is a cutie. <3

safe much?

Tue, 06 Mar 2007 03:57:52 GMT

As if this place could get any more freaking dangerous. So, while I'm competing and doing smart shit at Immaculta University [haha there were nuns there] The amazing freaking wing SNAPS the power pole in half. Leaving live wires on the road, and a whole mess of houses without power. Including mine. So, I get home around four thirty-ish, totally pissed off because we had to leave before I got to see if I even won an award, and then we get home and I can't even get on the computer and talk to Jess about what my crush actually said.

And on that note, I'm SUPER pissed off at all the eighth grade girls running around saying, "oh, I absolutely LOVE him." AS IF. As if you fucking know what love is. We're fourteen, in eighth grade, and go from boyfriend to boyfriend. You can say you love any of them, and I doubt you'll mean it. Honestly. The phrase ' I love you ' has COMPLETELY lost it's value.

: D
Oh. And Adam might be asking me to the eighth grade formal <3
:3= <<< ITS A FUCKING WALRUS. Bahaaa. Eric found that one out.

fucking rantt

Sun, 04 Mar 2007 21:38:00 GMT

my fucking mom has been fucking chewing into me all fucking week. and now she won't fucking let me buy a fucking webcam with my own fucking money because she tells me i'm fucking wasting her money and that i'm going to go whore myself.

just because she found A FEW freaking empty bottles of beer. so the fuck what? MOST PEOPLE on the earth start fucking drinking at fourteen. she doesn't even know the half of the shit i've done. and i DO understand that she doesn't think she can trust me, but i'm not planing to whore myself around. it's not like she can't trust that i have common sense. if i wanted to whore myself around, i'd pose half nude for my myspace pictures.

and you know what. its not even my fucking fault that her boyfriend is having money problems and can't talk to her because he's too worried she'll get more problems from him. and then now she says she hasn't been sleeping, but thats bull because i hear her snore every fucking night.

and it's not as if i don't have my OWN fucking problems to deal with.

and end rant. sdlfjlsdkfjsldkfjlsdkflskdjf
i feel a bit better now.
i'm going to go get a fucking cookie.
and think things over.