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~*Skim.
I feel really bad, I haven't been writing in my journal lately, but it's just because i'm studying and also i'm painting my room. Everything is like moved into the middle of my bedroom. There's just this huge clump of furniture and other items that were in my room. I can't get to my bed, so i'm sleeping in my mom's bedroom. Picking clothes is hard as well, because i was really stupid to take my drawer to thevery middle of my room where it would be blocked by my bed, bookshelf and t.v. and desks. So i have to climb over to get my clothes.
If your woundering how i'm feeling, i'm feeling OK i guess. I'm just a bit paranoid and upset lately, so i'm trying to not express my feelings so much because i can very well might make someone cry. I screamed at Bernadine several times, and i don't even feel guilty. See? Isn't that mean?
s**t. That scared me.
People are shooting bombs at the moment and it's absolutely loud and terrifying. The house shakes when ever they let one fly in the air.
My mind is really numb. My report card was good if you're wondering. What's surprising was i passed math with a snap; an A-. I'm surprised i didn't get a C or below. . . Basically all my grades are at the range of A- to B+. So i'm a good little puppy.
Tanner? Naw. I find him just a little annoying; i don't think we're as close anymore, and i think he got the picture. I'm not friends with Hailey anymore so it's pretty easy to call her skank, because i don't have any thoughts about her getting offended. All she does is hang out with those really annoying wanna-be American korean girls.
[[love koreans, not those kinds though]]
s**t. See? My house just shook again. God.
Oh. Sorry. ***.
Anyways, I get hungry. alot. I figured that I still have to work out when i get older in the future, because i eat alot. I say i'm hungry, way to much at school. Maybe it's because i never eat complete meals, i only eat like little snacks of junky stuff because i usually get home late. So if you were to give me a full meal, i wouldn't finish it; then like 30 mins later i'll be hungry again. Yea.
Jebus. I swear, one more blow, my house will collaspe.
I figured it out.
Some emotionally unstable girl broke up with her boyfriend. Well, the boyfriend broke up with her. So she's crazy; instead of crying or being a b***h, eating uncontrollably, she's engrossed in Romance novels. Seriously, if you just broke-up, why the hell are you reading romance novels? That makes you feel even more sadder, it's kind of sick! I understand that fantasizing and reading it out of interest is OK, but you broke-up! You get what i mean? So while i wondered about this girl, a random pervy thought came in my head.
Romance novels are like porn.
A guy enjoy's his porn in that sexual visual way.
While, we, Females enjoy a more descriptive porn. Something really romantic and lovely. Nice and slow, shall i say. So when i thought about that; i noticed how messed up of a mind i have. Then i notice how picky i am with men and how they react to their girlfriend. Everything must happen in certain stages, or it just might not even work. OCDOCDOCD ALERT. Wtf?
IT's 4:24.
I'll leave 4:30 for practice.
Bye-Bye.
PLEASE NOTE: I HAD NOT TIME TO READ IT OVER AND MAKE CORRECTIONS IN ANYTHING SO PLEASE.......PRETEND THERE WEREN'T NO ERRORS.
4:33 P.m.
End of rant
 NinteyDegrees_South · Thu Nov 20, 2008 @ 12:33am · 2 Comments |
