3/7/2003

Be fair warned, this one is long...

Have you ever liked someone and hooked up with them because for some strange reason you thought they liked you back, and then it turns out that you were just used and don't talk tot he kid for awhile untill you realize that this is silly and even though you were hurt, your're ready to be friends with them again, and now they want you like you wanted them, but you promassed yourself to never tell a soulwhat happened and never to like the kid in that way again? Me neither...just kidding, I'm so confused, this kid keeps telling me about that special someone , and I don't know if he's just teling me or if he's hinting. And I don't know if I'm sendingthe wrong singles and he's getting the hint that I like him again, but I don't...I mean I can't! It hurt too much the first time for this to not be weird. Besides, he's not a guy I should get into, or let him get into me..LoL!

So I was thinking on the way to school, why do some rings turn your fingures green? Yes, we all know 'cause it's cheap metal, but why green? Why not red or yellow or blue? Sure green is a nic volor but on a fingure? Don't think so. I wonder if that's where they got the green thumb expression from?

Ok, english class again...Where do people come up with idea for stories? Like the one we have to read today is a story about Wall Street. It says it in the tital...I didn't assume this. When I read a book or listne to a song, the title has to be catchy, like...."The war cry of an Ostrage" or "The Love of the Bullfrog" not "The story of Wall Street." So since IO refuse to read it, I'll sit here with the book open, my pencil in my hand, paper on my dest, and my eyes closed occousanly scribble on the paper and turn the page. This class is so fucking stupid too. It starts at 7:40 and like 5 people are here at that time. the tecaher arrives and starts to "teach" around 8:30 and we or done bu 9:45. IT'S POINTLESS!!!. I eventually come home, sit on my ass and wonder what to do with myself for a few hours 'cause none of my friends are home or up . Then it comes to me, write THIS! I'm so smart, and I know this makes your day. BTW incase you haven'tguessed, yesterdays and todays are long 'cause I'm writting it in class 'cause this school bites balls. Last night one of my guys asked me where my campus was. WE DON'T HAVE A FUCKING CAMPUS! It's a god damn getto town! So I told him just that and how I go to a bootlegged school...he laughed. Then again his school is a joke (btw, incase i haven't told u this before..don't go here!)./p>

AH! THis guy thinks we have no lives and expected us to read a 45 page story in one night? Sure it's not that bad, but you try reading font this small if not smaller. So bassically this is actually on 80+ page story. The teacehr walks over to my friends and me and asks, "Is there a controversity over the story?" 'Yea there is, teach, you see this story sucks balls and whoever whould write about Wall Street is a god fool with no life. Hey My. Old guy, since I didn't bother to learn your name 'cause you and this class aren't important, I bet you wrote this story back in 1851. Or at least helped outon it 'cause yes you are boring and so is this story that you poured you heart and soul into. Now get out of my space because your lectoring us on what we have to do isn't helping and won't help because your not a help, just a boring old fart.' "Nah." My friends reply as I sit there ready to give my sphieal to Mr. Old Guy. But instead of of speeking my mind I hung my head in asshament. Ashement that you think your cool enought to come over here and talk to us.

So I was thinkin (notice I do this a lot) I'm gonna get a camcorder, find a band, and be their rodie. Or at least tape the corps. And other fun places and things I do with friendss. Taht would cool, but I would reather be a rodie to a famous band like Simple Pan that I would be bangin Pierre Bouvier (I love my fantisys).