Anal Cunt's fucking crass! I love bands with zero tact.
Anywho, I start highschool in... roughly 10 days. I haven't any friends, not one. 2200 kids...

I got back from camp yesterday. I hated it. Blah.

Today's Events
This morning I awoke to a garbage truck. Which of course spurred feelings of freshness and renewal. So I flipped on the VCR and finished watching a classic Star Trek episode. It was 'Let That be Your Last Battlefield', after that "Plato's step-children." I haven't finished the latter yet.
My mom suggested I accompany her to the art store to pick out some prints, I responded with a two-part dejected grunt. There's currently a large language gap between my mother and myself. Apparently she can't understand a word I say, and apparently I don't care. So you see how this would present a problem.
Today, I expect I'll talk with my 'friend'. I have only one 'friend' and would rather not have any. She's just so damn evil. I've been trying to distance myself from her, but to no avail. Her mind, it seems, pays attention only to the physical. "That guy is so short!" "What a stupid hairstyle, why would anybody do something so stupid to their hair?" " That woman looks like a man". I'M SICK OF HER LEANING TOWARDS ME, FACE AGLOW WITH MALICE, HER MOUTH REGURGITATING SOME ODIOUS REMARK ABOUT A "FLAW" IN A PERSONS APPEARANCE, I DON'T CARE, SHE SHOULDN'T CARE, IT DOESN'T FUCKING MATTER. When I told her I though that "perhaps you're a little too critical of people" she said "well maybe, but I'm just a sarcastic person". Sarcasm? How is that sarcasm? Sarcasm is a sort of clever, jolly mockery, not a chain of meaningless, ill-spirited jabs at a perfect stranger's outermost features. Of course she has her good qualities, but none that could outweigh THAT.
I guess I'll shower, then I'll fold the 'dog towels'. I live with an incontinent dachshund, she uses many towels and rags a day. Later today, I'm being forced to clean my room, usually, I wouldn't give in to my mother's orders so easily, but I'm off to an obscure summer-camp on Sunday, and I shouldn't leave my parents left to look at the mess that is my room.

My Education... so far
So today I got up and moped around the house for a bit. Reflecting on all the stupid and indelible choices I've made relating to my education and social upbringing.
I started pre-school. And up until the age of six, I was fine. But then I discovered that perhaps my educator felt I was inferior to her, and that maybe, she enjoyed her authority. I also discovered that there was very little I could do about it. This triggered a spree of minor misbehaviors, mainly eye-rolling, that lasted roughly two years. Because these teachers (my first and second grade teachers) were so offended by this, I ended up at many parent-teacher-student conferences. Third and fourth grade were fine.
Fifth grade, I ended up getting so behind with work, and so sick of the tough-love teacher, I quit attending. Eventually, my parents hooked me up into a homeschool program, where I stayed until sixth grade. Sixth grade, I trudged back into the same school building, a different teacher, however. I disliked her, she went on maternity leave, and then... a substitute. Probably the worst substitute ever legally hired. I finished sixth grade, not enthused.
I started Jr.High. Something I'm good at, is cutting social ties, so at this point, I had no remaining friends. On the first day of school, I saw these girls-- my former friends, their faces florescent with hoards of gloppy make-up and their intentionally malnourished body parts hanging out all over. It was disgusting. At first, I liked school, I had a few people I hung out with, and academically I was doing pretty well. But then those girls...shiny specimens that they were and are, REALLY began to irk me. Their main goal in life was to climb the social ladder, to achieve a sort of divine presence over every sentient being that roamed the hallways. I went to school less and less, and finally stopped going altogether.
In March of that year, I started up at an alternative private school. I became friends with one girl, and close friends with another. Girl number one left the school, and my other friend and I, were left at the wrath of four or so 13 and 14 year old boys. My friend has cerebral palsy, and I'm just an easy target for verbal attacks...so attacked we were. The boys would walk by my friend and make the universal sign of 'retard'. The drooping jaw accompanied by a flopping limp hand to the chest. They called me 'chubby baby' and described my nose in all ways imaginable. The pivotal advice we were given by our teacher was pretty much to "chill out". I finished seventh grade there.
Eighth grade and a new school. A charter school, that like all the others, seemed nice at first. There were three teachers, all of whom I found most agreeable. But the main focus of our studies were... LIFE SKILLS! Sure, we went over the rise and fall of Mesopotamia, and we did some very fundamental math, however, it seemed that life skills were our single most important tool to conquering education. I got tired of life-skills, tired of the inane chatter, tired of the monotonous routine. For a third time, my attendance dropped and I refused to go. There was about a month where I created my own lesson plans, but soon my parents placed me back in homeschool, where I finished eighth grade.
And here I am. In the process of doing all this, I've become an introvert in the truest sense of the word. I hate leaving the house, find myself unable to talk to anyone other than my close family, despise being around girls my age, and loath most any physical movement. It's a little weird, to be almost completely removed from society, to have not talked to anyone my age for six months. I'm going to a summer camp in four days. At the end of August I'm going to high school. My only back-up plan is to fly to some quaint European town and become a street musician. I have neither the money, nor the musical capabilities.

A first entry
My name's U. A raging alcoholic (see above) since the age of four, I was raised on a swiss peanut plantation. I now reside in a small university town.