date: january 15, 2000
time: 10:50 p.m.
listening to: the kittie cd, spit.
talking to: paula, sara
ick, i have cramps. my stomach fucking hurts so bad i want to throw up. but it's my fault, i'm too lazy to get off my ass and get some ibuprofen. *laughs* oh well. once it gets to the point of crying, i'll go get some.
how incredibly raunchy is the title of this cd i happen to be listening to? the title track, spit, is about blowjobs. duh. but like the song, it's like this..."::moans:: uhhhhhhh SPIT!!"...hahahaha. it's funny. the whole cd is rather sexual, but hey, that's just the way i like it. *grins* anyways.
so i haven't written in a while. ::coughcough:: thanks for informing me of that paula. :o) i don't know, i've been really fucking busy with school shit and such. icky shit. like, i have exams in three days and i haven't cracked a book. *frowns* most of the classes i have, i don't need to study for.
but then there's gage. *history*
i don't understand history. it seems useless to me. like, it's the PAST, why the FUCK would i care about it, especially enough to take a class? 'scuse me, but i would like to MOVE ON with my life, not be stuck studying stupid ass wars. and, okay, miss gage is evil. pure evil. her exam is going to kill me. i already have a D in there (and yes, i told my mom, she was not too fucking happy), and i have 975928437520375 people to memorize for the exam. that is a lot of fucking people. i have to memorize their name and what they did. for instance: isaac newton invented the laws of gravity. or whatever the fuck he did. anyways, so yeah, i have about....a fucking trillion people to memorize. sucks. oh, and you know what's better?
on tuesday, the day before that history exam, we have a history test. MORE SHIT I WON'T NEED ON THE EXAM IN MY HEAD. can someone tell me what the fuck that is? oh, that's right, INSANITY. i told you she was evil...*shudders*
what else? oh, i've had ghosts in my house since i last wrote. i found out it was (is?) my grandpa. *sighs* damn, i haven't written any of this...okay, well, after the fire, i kept hearing shit and such...it was ghosts. my grandpa. who died in february of '99. on new year's day, we always have a party, so i invited margo over that night for it. we're hanging out, whatever whatever, and then margo looks up at my ceiling and goes "hey, lyssa, was that line across zac before?" (we were speaking of ghosts as well), talking about my favorite zac hanson poster that hangs on my ceiling. i looked at it and duh, it wasn't there...then we noticed more posters ruined...so we're freaking out, right? then i touched this one line on a poster across isaac's face and as i sat back down BAM! this huge noise is behind us, like someone's throwing shit at us, something's crashing on our head's, real loud...so we scream bloody murder and race for the door, running out, like, shrieking...finally we went to sleep again, after my mom threatened death to us. *laughs*
then! oh. then. my mom found out it was my grandpa, cause she was out at our barn doing chores, and felt a presence in the barn, and then in her head, my grandpa saying stuff...and she just talked back, like it was okay to do so...and asked if it was him in our house and he said "yeah" and whatever. and asked how the kids were, meaning me and matt. and my mom said "oh, they're good, but you need to tell dave you're okay, he's been having bad dreams" (like ones how he can't catch my grandpa when he falls off the roof - which is how he died)...and he was like, "okay" and stuff and telling my mom that he was in the house to check on me and matt and stuff...and my mom was like "you need to go back to where you belong, ed, it's scaring alyssa to have you in the house." and ever since then (cause he said okay, he'd leave), i haven't heard shit. weird hmm?
off those subjects, i'm scaring m'self. so tomorrow i'm going to see christina aquilera with kristen, jill, and sara teller (eww). kristen is like, madly in love with her, haha, no, she's not bi or gay, she just likes christina. *shrugs* so i'm going. should be fun. i bought tiger print material for a skirt to make to wear there tomorrow - can't wait!!
i'm scared about lace. she's going on a hunger strike cause sydney completely fucked her over. syd was like, telling her how she didn't really care for lace, or something, when the fucker's been friends with her for 8 goddamn years. wtf? exactly. so lace is on this hunger strike until sydney realizes and fixes the shit she's fucked up. *cries* i hope lace is okay...
but uuuuugggghhh, i need to go study more for history, *cries*, so i'll write more soon, i hope.