Listening to: The Hum of 15 Computers
Feeling: despondent
My dad is getting back together with his on-again-off-again girlfriend. I first met her when I was 13. While I love her dearly I can't stand how my dad gets when he's with her. It's like her kids are his kids and Jhonna and I don't exist. Eh. Bitching and moaning won't help that. I'm 19 now I don't need him breathing down my back all the time anyway.
I was up till 3 last night.
I don't know what I'm saying in this entry. I've typed and erased more than I've kept. My mind is all topsy-turvy. I keep remembering things I've lied about. Guilt. I used to be quite the liar. I loved to lie about supid stuff that didn't even matter. Like I'd say that there was a fight at school when there wasn't or that we had pizza when we really had turkey. Now I think that I am overly honest to comensate. It doesn't equal out.
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Later on that same day...
I just got back from PE. I have a renewed love for wiffle ball. My sister and I were 10 times better than most of the jocks. Yay! I scored 4 points and Jhonna got 2.
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This Is a Members-Only Area
The story of my life.
I just keep staring at that. Members-Only. Members-Only.
Yesterday, I turned on the printer in the computer lab and it started printing all these pages out that weren't mine. No one was in there so I just took them and I read some of them last night. It's weird how much you can know about someone just by reading an assigned essay.
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Even later that same day...
I don't know why I'm disapointed. My dad lied to me about calling and his intentions. This morning I went from extremely despondent to elated and now just basic hopelessness. Rollercoastering it like usual.
Sidenote: This is a picture from my high school. It looks like a prison.
i like your diary. O_o maddie
and beyond that... something similar, v. similar to that has happened to me. i was in this man.s office waiting to be lectured on responsibility and yada yada [he was my computer teacher, an ex-cop] and one of his students essays had printed out. since i was the only person in there i thought it was mine and i looked at the name on it, the name of this kid i had a major crush on, anyway i read it. it.s weird how you can
hmm, anyway. sorry for my rambling. i don.t even know you and here i am talking on and on. sorry.
hope you have a wonderful day.
yeh would be neat if you could figure out who wrote that.
always interesting.
anyway love, hope you have a wonderful day.
And hey, hang on to that paper. If it's any good, maybe you'll get lucky and be assigned the same assignment.
Heh. I just types 'ass' twice. Well, three now.
Go me.
And high school is a prison. Well, unless your mom is the head secretary there like mine was, so you have free access to off-campus passes. Then it's pretty much a bar with teachers.
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Add me. I'll make it worth your morning.
have a good night. hope i helped a bit.
Kewlayde.
missed the ladies' soccer final; just caught the highlights. looked like an awesome, awesome game, though! How many channels did you guys have for the games? SA private tv went berserk and had 8 dedicated olympics channels - quite a whack. Bearing in mind the public tv only has 3 normal daily channels, cleverly called SABC 1, 2 and 3...
Your high school does have a certain Alcatrazzy look about it, that's for damn sure!