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Perhaps you wonder why I don't start this log from the typical--"Chapter One", and start listing my ideals, dreams, age, and foolish what-nots. Simple. My life story simply doesn't begin when I start typing feebly into this default and unattractive posting box. My life started fourteen and 11/12 years ago when I was born on December 8th, 1992.
Call me Swore. I don't feel like telling you my actual given name--Swore probably means more to me than the "given name" does, anyhow.
Gaia--oh yes, lovely Gaia!, has introduced a whimsical world where we can swear and pretend to be something we are not. Heck, I don't have short chopped hair or a bottle on my back, yet I can here. No one knows who I actually am besides though who actually know me or if you find some random picture of me on the internet. I assure you, however, that you won't be able to. I'm a fairly discreet person. So here I am, answering questions honestly and writing about my life honestly. At least as honest I am to myself. So listen if you'd like. And if you don't...do I care? No...I don't think so. Feel free to comment me wrong. However, I don't think you'll like the reply you get.
Lessee now...I'm in my house, my study room, and I'm wondering how the heck my day got so messed up. Okay first I wake up to yelling. Then I go to school and have a math test. Oops, I don't remember how to do that problem, teacher. And then another test--ooh, I aced that one. And now home to my violin lesson where my teacher gives me a hard time about "teasing some kid in our group lesson" and that I should apologize. Hello? I'm his friend--that's how kids talk, Captain Obvious. And then the hard things happen. Oh goody, my counselor session where my mom comes in, pours her "heart out" (hah! Fat chance!) and then both Doc and mother dear start looking at me funny as suddenly the emo child (you guessed it, me) starts to smile and laugh uncontrollably. Now we all think.
What the heck?
So I have to explain to them (not true what I say, by the way) that I was simply caught by surprise. That is the reason. Hah. Actually I was thinking two things.
Number one: Psh, she's not really serious
And Number two: Wow, I must be going mental. Heheh, I was wondering when that would happen.
So thank you god, whoever is up there. I'm stark-raving mad. Kudos to you.
It's about damn time.
~Swore
EDIT: What...the...BLOODY HELL?????????? The woman my dad is cheating on is my friend's mom? Shoot me now. xD
EDIT: What...the...0.o....................HELL?????????? ummm...I don't know what to think about anymore.
 Swore · Sat Nov 17, 2007 @ 05:04am · 0 Comments |
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