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 Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 5:02 pm
Irony is probably my most favourite thing... right after old eighties movies and dying my hair.
The title I've stuck this with is supposed to be somewhat ironic. It is to me, anyway.
I'm going to write in here, and anyone can post if they want to—I don't care [by all means]. Just, you know, remember to leave me a little room to breathe, s'il vous plaît.
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"Raise your glass if you are wrong, in all the right ways."
-Alecia Beth Moore.
Today, I went to school and didn't learn a single thing [I think]. Finals are coming up in a few weeks, and the only class that is actually addressing the need to go over this semester's material is Algebra... and ********, I still don't understand half of what Bauer is trying to get at. Polynomials? Factoring polynomials? ********. I should get paid for this s**t.
I don't have homework due tomorrow—that's a good thing, I suppose—however, there are a few Reviews that are due later in the week that I should probably get a jump on.
I won't. But I know I should.
Gina-Sue, you lazy whore, you.
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Paige, Sam and I decided that we are going to be pirates.
I am Captain Kung Pow, Paige is my First-Mate, Rue, and Sam is our Navigator and Look-Out, Flying Nugget. Our ship is called The Frisco and we have a giraffe aboard called George, who serves as our pet and mascot.
We all wear funny hats lined with feathers and flowers, and Nugget has a pinwheel attachment for hers.
We think that our exploits on the high seas will make a lovely television show someday.
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"And though I'll think of you, I guess, until the day I die. I think I miss you less and less as every day goes by—"
-Stephen Sondheim.
What's wrong with you?
What's wrong with me?
I love you. I love you so much that it tears me up inside.
You little p***k. Why can't you be straight with me when I'm trying to be serious with you—is it funny to watch me writhe and choke?
Huh? Is it?
We've been in the same place for almost two years.
It is so wrong of me to want to move things forward?
Just a tiny bit.
And don't give me that Asperger's bullshit. You function just fine. You know you function just fine. Better than most. You don't have social problems, so don't you ******** give me that. You should meet Brianna's little brother who is an extremely low-functioning Autistic.
b***h. Bleedin' b***h.
I just... ugh.
I love you.
Remember to be back in time to kiss me goodnight later.
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 10:12 pm
Aggggh.
My cramps are keeping me awake again.
I think my uterus must be defective
or something, for real.
It's like someone slaughtered a pig or something down there and it's almost been a week already.
Ugh. Ugh. Gross.
I am counting my lucky stars, though, that I'm not getting anemic again.
— • •
"You're a regular decorated emergency."
-Panic! At The Disco.
I hate hospitals.
Hospitals smell like antiseptic and death.
And heart monitors are soso ******** annoying.
And I have this irrational fear of needles now.
That is really annoying.
Because it's not the fact that it's sharp and pointy that bothers me.
It's the fact that the needle goes under your skin.
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"I hate the ending, myself. But it started with an all right scene."
-My Chemical Romance.
I really want to leave home, soon.
I bother my parents. I know I do.
I can't help who I am.
And I like who I am, so we're always going to but heads.
They don't need to be stressed out by me all the time and vice versa.
Honestly.
Why can't they just let me move in with Brittany or something?
I just don't want there to be any more unnecessary conflict and hurt feelings.
No more.
I think almost sixteen years is long enough for that.
So why won't they just let me leave?
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