Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness,

Mmmm... Today was boring. I didn't really do anything. I took notes in Spanish did some work in Study Hall. Stood around in tennis. Read lame poetry in English. Went to the Help Desk. Missed my bus. BahBah came to get me on the trike. I got to hang with my Hoe Faces. I learned that I look like this guy's exgirlfriend (which is probably why he finds me attractive). Showed Kenneth and some other people my movie. Drove to Cracker Barrel and then to Wal-Mart. I got ten 'Lolly Sticks' at Cracker Barrel. As I walked into the door at Wal-Mart, some guy stopped to check me out. Got some cookies and Pop at Wal-Mart.

I need to calculate what creates my own madness.

I made a shirt last night. I didn't really make it though. I edited it. I put stars and a skull and crossed bones on it. And coated it with glitter. I got some looks today because of it. Brittany was staring at me today. I really wanted to yell at her and start an argument (her entire class would have backed me up). I didn't though. I wish I had. I despise her.

And I'm addicted to your punishment.

Tomorrow I have to paint this cubism thing. Pretty lame. I don't exactly understand cubism.  I suppose I think too logically to understand it. Oh well. I still have to do the project. I made a random ballerina. Pretty fun. She's all chopped up and what-not. After school, I have to take my driver's test. Then I can finally get my license. I always spell that wrong. I'll get it one day.

And you're the master.

Don't look so eager - I'm not shoving that in with wet nails

Harrsion and Kevin and I have to much fun with inuendos. They're the best to share the jokes with. Actually, I don't think I talk to them about much else. We're either making jokes or discussing was to do provocative dances. Interesting, no? Yeah, you know you're jealous. Go ahead. Admit it. We won't tell.

And I am craving this disaster.

 

 

^^ New Shirt (Duh) ^^

 

There is so much I need to say to you. I can't find the words. I'm afraid to make a mistake. I don't know how you'll take this. Give me a clue. Tell me something.

Pain and misery hits the spot, knowing you can't lose what you haven't got.

Then why won't I say this? You must  know by now. But you won't say it. Is this how they feel? Have I caused them this anguish as well?

I truly am a dreadful person. Off with their heads? Of course not. I'll rip their hearts out and watch as the scream and writhe in pain as they bleed to death. No. This is much better.