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| 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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I feel so shitty right now. But then again not really. I don't know I DON'T KNOW Why do people make things so complicated? Are we friends? Do you hate me? Are we only friends because of someone else? Why can't things be like summer. Why do relationship always fucks up friendship? Are you seriously looking for love at 16?
I really feel as if ever single one of my friends have suddenly switch into someone I really hate.
I miss Werduh. I miss making fun of people and spending the whole time laughing so hard until I can barely breathe.
Moral of the story is: people are complecated.
Oh and I finally got around watching When Harry met Sally today. I wish my life was like that. | | |
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My English teacher called me useless today. I wasn't really offended by the statement, I just thought she wasn't thinking when she said it.
I've been so stressed with school, specially in Journalism. Never again will I write an article that has anything remotely has to do with any of the counselors. I could have gotten it done by the first week, but they are literally never there. And I had to write another article to top it off. But it's all good. Mr. Borad is possibly the coolest teacher I've met. When I was interviewing him, it didn't feel at all like an interview, but more like two buddies having a conversation.
Oh, so on Tuesday I locked myself out...for the 5th time. And I live on the second floor on an apartment, so it's not like I could get in through a window. Anywho, I'm never fully awake in the morning. I walked my bike outside, then slam the door. Then I realize my backpack is still in there. I tried to open the door but it was locked. I proceeded to bike to the park, but people were staring at me for staring at them, so I biked back home, and pretty much sat in front of the door, for an hour, until I heard keys jiggling, and my sister opened the door. It was then 9, and I hate second period, so I just decide to stay home until 10.
I am dead tired. But I could sleep with a cluddered mind. | | |
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