date: february 12, 2001
time: 5:52 p.m.
listening to: nothing but original prankster is in my head.
talking to: ciara and lace
feeling: a-fucking-ccomplished. yeah and sad
wearing: jeans and purple carribean shirt
yeah, so i wear this shirt a lot. shut up. it's cool.
jackie wasn't in school, so dawn was going to drive me to my dad's for a ride home. but then we were walking out and jackie showed up. lol, just to drive me home, which was nice of her, cause she's sick sick sick. but dawn dropped me off anyway. i went through some stuff at my dad's and grabbed some tapes and my old sketchbook's... i had gone in search of some old letters from sarama, but i couldn't find them. :( that makes al sad! maybe they're in the attic. i'll check tomorrow.
this is my grandpa, i found a picture in our bags my dad brought over.

siiiiiiiigh. i miss him. and i hate myself right now cause i can't remember if it was '99 or '98 when he died, and i went and deleted my '99 journals so i can't look back.... lacie said that your mind makes things that hurt you seem a long time ago so they don't hurt as much, and man, that's sure what MY mind did. kyle was in australia at the time, though, so it must've been '99, cause i don't think she was there in '98. sophomore year. that's when it was, cause i had biology, and she came in the class to take her exams early since she was leaving for australia. so that means it was feb '99 when he died. good, i didn't want to talk to kyle. GOD, i really hate that i can't remember him anymore. :(
hmm. what else. that subject sucks.
mrs. taylor wasn't here in choir today, thank god, i did not feel like doing anything. of course, by the time fourth hour rolled around, i was so sick of doing nothing i wanted to stab someone. (preferably kelly soley.) god, i hate school so much, we never fucking do ANYTHING. it's so stupid sometimes. i have five hours of NOTHING. math is the only class i do anything in, and it's sixth hour, so by the time that rolls around, i'm so antsy and jumpy to get home i don't pay attention.
fucking schiesse, my back itches, aaaaah. lol, "come wash my back!" johnny knoxville. yum.
stupid angela was like, "lemme see your ring" today, so i showed her (the one chrissy gave me) and she was like, "i used to have a bunch of those in.... sixth grade." fuck, i wanted to slap her. in fact, i SHOULD have slapped her. she needs it. i was like, "THAT'S fucking LOVELY, really, shut up."
oh my god, today in french julie said the funniest thing. she asked to see my ring (chrissy one again, whee!) and i held my hand out and she said something about how her mom has one from the 70s. and i told her she should wear it, and she said, "no, cause i look funny... they look good on you." and of course i egotistically replied (go figure). "everything looks good on me, julie." and BAM! she totally comes back with, "like gwen?" AHAAHAAH! i about died laughing. oh, it was so great. deadpans it.
hahaha, ciara is writing a fic about me beating scott's ass. lmfao. that is fucking LOVELY.
"why did I not think of this before? *taps fingers together* exxxxxccellent."
today, in times travels, john droke was telling me about how he was at the movies and there were previews on, and the guy in front of him said, "on a scale of one to ten, i give it a gay." HAHA. we were like, CRYING laughing. oh god, it was so funny. mehee, i love john, he's so funny.
speaking of funny..."what's this horseshit? NOW the shit has hit the fan and splattered the walls! AH bastards... well, i better get my money back or i'll fucking fly down to nashville and beat their goofy lookin ass mom bloody." lol. sarah. about the moffatts stopping their fan club.
okay since i've rambled about shit for a long long time, i'll stop now.