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| -My health insurance company just dropped me. I don't really live a *~dangerous*~ life or anything remotely close to that, it's just that having health insurance was somewhat of a security blanket. Although I'm not a dare devil, I do however get sick easily.
-Tennis is super fun. I'm also going to start working out with Abigael at least once a week starting next week. I also plan on riding my bike more often instead of driving.
-I wish writing would come naturally to me. I thought I wrote a pretty decent essay, but it turns out to be quit the opposite.
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| So, since Xanga is practically a dead zone nowadays, I guess I could pop in here once every now and then to let out some personal shit.
Just a few minutes ago, my sister went APE-SHIT crazy, and cried like a lunatic. An argument wouldn't even put what just happened in the right terms. So many things flew out of her mouth that I'm not sure where to begin. Alright, first thing first, my insurance company (Healthy Family with Kaiser) are being total cunts. They keep sending me letters about how they never received such and such forms, which was sent three times. Personally, I think they received those letters; they're just finding a way to get rid of me.
So then my sister kept yelling at me about how I never do anything. Then she started to cry. Angry and tears are not a good combination; I could sense the world ending. She kept saying how I never appreciate anything just because I told her that I could care less if I die. Which is true. I've got nothing going for me, and my future doesn't look too bright. I'm going to a community college with an undecided major and I don't even have any friends. BUT it doesn't mean I'm suicidal or anything, it just means that if I got into some sort of accident, then I wouldn't care to die. I know it's cynical and totally batshit, though...I don't know, I just accept death. Is that so wrong? I mean we all have an expiration date, so to ignore just isn't realistic. And once again, I'm in no way suicidal. I wouldn't want my parents, or my bitch of a sister to hurt because of me.
ANY WHO, enough about death. I'm creeping myself out. Fuck. I forgot what else she yelled at me about. I guess I'll just leave it here.
On a more positive note, the first week of school went pretty well. It's, for me, such a bitter sweet experience. Financially, I am paying so fucking much. Well, I guess we (college students) all have top go through the pain in the ass procedure of over paying for books. Even with financial aides, I still feel like I'm going bankrupt. Also, I'm pretty excited about photography. Though, once again, it going to cost me around 200 bucks for the printing paper, films, and other materials. UGH. Why couldn't be born with an interest in the science department? So I can be a doctor like my parents wanted for me to be...
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| LOL at me bitching about the most moronic/ insignificant stuff. Man, I'm glad I didn't delete this account. Who knew one could change so rapidly within 2 years. | | |
| I went to Brooke's house today, and I told myself to never go there again because I seriously don't like a lot of the people there, but I'd never show it. This gay guy name Kevin bought his boyfriend who by the way have known each other for possibly a day, because they met through THE WEB; were 'getting it on' in Brandy's room, and we're jizzing everywhere. It's fucking gross. You don't come into someone's house, especially bed room, and cum all other people's shit.
Then of course we don't ever do anything besides nothing. And I was pretty much watching TV because Chelsea Lately was on, and robot chicken, then 20/20; while all the other people followed Brooke all over the house. Then Martin said, "wow you're the first person to actually not follow the crowd." You don't understand. We'd all be talking in the living room, then Brooke will walk to her room, and everyone would follow her there. Then I'd chill in the living room, and when I finally walk to her room, they would walk to another room.
I guess the best part of the day was biking to McDonald, and getting a free meal from Nathan.
Fuck I seriously despise everyone there because their a bunch a horny cunts who can't keep their penis in their pants, or vagina closed. And all they would talk about some drama shit. And even when they were watching a movie, and say "omgzz best movie evaa i luvv dis movie", 15 minutes later they're already in a different room, or passed out somewhere. For fuck sake, my sociability depends on you.
You know what I want to do? Go on an adventure. See places. Have a conversation that doesn't involve sex, at a diner. I don't want to be trapped inside a house with a bunch of shitfuckshitfuck I don't have anymore adjectives to describe them.
I realize that I love talking shit, and that I'm really proud, and owned up to it. I could talk shit all day long. And I don't even care what people (if any) say about myself. But don't we all? Oh of course. Come on, you're no Mother Taresa.
Oh I completely forgot about this cunt name Kyle. When we started to be friends at the beginning, everything was fun and cool. But what friendship doesn't start like that? Any who, he's an annoying douche now. I, personally, don't like people who disrespect their parents, unless if they truly are SATAN. But he would call his mom an idiot or a bitch, and I've met her. She's no SATAN. He also smells horribly gross. And he thinks it's okay to call me chink, and make fun of my race. Here's a quote, "FUCKING CHINK, GO DIE IN ASIA YOU FUCKING CHINK!" Awww, great times. But I think it was kind of my fault here, because I would always say, "chink please" to a fellow asian. Because you know how black people can say, "niggah please" to each other? Well that's the same thing. Any who, he's also very violent, and think it's cute. There was also this time of period when he wanted to be me. No exaggeration. I actually didn't think of that until Brooke told me. Then all of a sudden, I've notice everything. EVERYTHING.
I don't know, maybe I just haven't found any quality friends. Oh wait yes I have. But they're all in La Crescenta. On a happier note, I am extremely excited for this winter vacation. FINALLY, two weeks of from school. I needed this so badly. Oh man how did I forget, today I was bending glass in science, and then I accidentally touch the motherfucking hot glass and burned my finger prints off my thumb. | | |
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