It sucks, waking up for nothing Poo! I thought you only got the munchies if you'd been high on pot. I've been so hungry all day! I ate breakfast and lunch and soon I'm going to eat dinner...My lunch was even decent! I drank half Aaron's Sobe and a chicken bowl! I even had a bowl of frosted flakes! Why am I so hungry! It's not like I've even been exerting that much energy. I am mad. Angry. Misty told me what she wanted for her birthday (yay!) so I called my mom when I got home asking if I could go to the mall to get a pressy. And she said that we would go when we eat. I said, "What?" She said, "We're going out to eat, you, me, and Chelsea." Ooooh.. poop. So much for all my plans... for world peace and all that jazz. right. Anyway. Today as a day rather sucked, except lunch and blodge. We slept in PE and pretended to do work in BIS. We read in English and in History talked about nothing. Blodge we watched a supercool movie about fish. Fish are a lot cooler than they seem! <3 Yay fish! And Aaron and I hung out at lunch. I drank half his sobe (even though sobes are icky) and ate all my chickenbowl. I am God, he is my son, Jesus. Jesus and God. He claims I am his father, but I am a woman! I have a vagina! It's just that a guy can't give birth so I sent some sperm or something over to Mary or whatever. Hey, I'm God. I can do anything. (microwaving burritos is stupid) "I can do anything, or be anything, you want or need." Oh my self, I love Our Lady Peace. Sometimes I look at myself and ask, "What have I accomplished?" Because even though it would be cool, I'm really not God. I just say I am to stave off those stupidass people who think Aaron and I are going out. By saying he's my son. anyway. The answer is always nothing, or very little. It sucks waking up just to wallow through mediocrity. I even had a nice dream last night. One that actually had Scott in it. Now I can really say he's the man of my dreams. Or at least a man in my dreams. But this is not the point. The point is, I'm having difficulties these past few days. The morons at school grow ever more stupid with each passing day. And I fear they bring my intelligence down with their own. DEMONS! We need an excorsist at SV. There was something I wanted to say. Mandy called... She talked about her English assignment involving a cooperative paper on self mutilation or something. Intentional injury. Something she's got experience with. I decided I like Switchfoot a lot. Are they too mainstream? Too bad. I don't give a poo. I like 'em. --edit...add-on, actually-- I love Emily dearly! And I miss you so. And I also wish to see Scott on Saturday. I got a 2 dollar skirt and a 5 dollar jacket and a 9 dollar shirt. w00t. Or something. I am so going back..there's so much there that I couldn't buy because my mom was there. :3 I've taken to buying things without notifying my mother. Bikinis for instance. And stringy thong underwear. Next on my wishlist is that sexy size 5 pair of pantalones. Pink with black stripes. 53xy. And there were quite a few minis that were cute. And have you noticed the shirts that no one could possibly look good in? Honestly! I see girls at school wearing this style of shirt and I think "Oh, Lord." But if it's what they like... And as long as it's not just following because everyone else is doing it. I talked to Scott about this earlier but since it was so fantastic I decided to rewrite it. I've decided that people who do things even if they don't know how, just for fun are awesome people. People who do things just because everyone else is are rather stupid. Why do something just because the three kids across the street do? If you have fun, then by all means. But if you're doing it simply to be "cool" then maybe not. I just don't like being pushed around in stores by people who -must- have the latest trend. I will wear something if I like it and I think it looks good on me. Even if it is a huge bright orange mesh shirt I got at KMart on clearance for a dollar. Even if it is a shirt I've had since I was 10. I like it. And it doesn't matter if you don't. And it doesn't matter if you think I'm a poser or a wannabe. As far as I'm concerned, I'm no such thing; and all that matters to my image is what I think. I am my own person, I make my own decisions. If everyone else makes that same decision, then oh well. If I wear a tie on fridays and people think I'm copying Avril Lavigne, then I feel bad for them. And if I go to a show and skank, it's not because "I'm so Bad." It's because I'm having fun. I wouldn't go to a show if I didn't like the music, I wouldn't dance if I didn't like dancing. But if you think I'm going to make an impression, you're a fool. I'm moving in 71 days. Why do I care what you think when you won't remember me as soon as school's out? The only thing that matters to me is how I feel about myself. And I pity the fools who think people care about them only if they do the "cool" or "hip" or "trendy" thing. Poor things.