Thursday, October 28
For some odd reason today, everyone was saying hi to me. Most of which with a nice hard bitch slap across my back and yelling my name. I don't get it, am I suddenly sexy or something?
Maria's being switched out of my history class. This saddens me. Now group projects are going to be terrifying. Being that I despise each and every fucker in that class with the exception of Maria. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to watch porn in school.
Don't you hate it when you're being forced to communicate with someone who smells like fart? God, just being around my own father is bad enough. Only that he adds sound effects.
There was a fight in lunch. Not surprisingly, I missed it. Just when I dashed outside, it breaks up. Then towards the end of the period, Leah calls me over, along with her group of people, about who knows what.. I continue standing where I was and nodded my head no. I bet it was something bad or wasting of my time anyway, considering I don't think they all think positively of me. Who knows. Who gives a flying fuck. They could just approach me at some other time when I'm not talking to anyone else.
People these days are just so fucking shitful. Shitful to the 999,999th degree. In english class, there was a substitute today, being that the teacher left early because she was sick. She mentioned last class loud and clear that we were going to begin reading
The Great Gatsby. And when everyone read the assignments that were to be done on the board, they were like, "Chapters of what? I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about. Is this supposed to be a book or something?" Fuck, even if I were wasted on 12 pounds of cannabis and special K mixed together and just got raped by Shaggy I would've still been able to understand.
Then all the fucktards started complaining that the book was really crappy and that they didn't understand a goddamn thing in it. One ugly fuck even declared that everyone should burn the books. I don't know, but I took that pretty personally. I once watched a biography on F. Scott Fitzgerald, about how underestimated and unhappy he was during his short lifetime. I happen to really like the book so far, for I am a romantic, just like Mr. Fitzgerald himself. A hopeless fucking romantic.
I was really hungry, and decided to head down to the cafeteria for the purchasing of a snack after the day ended and the last bell rang, before heading home. Hamita was being a fucking douchefuck and made me wait for her to buy her food from the vending machine. "Christina, you're going to wait for me because you're such a great friend." Of course, she said that sarcastically, but did indeed want me to wait for her. And to this hour, it is still embedded into my mind as a big fucking waste of time. I really wanted to get home and eat a decent meal. To encrust my ass into my dearly loved white leather sofa.
Then while speedwalking in the driveway after cutting a bunch of slow walking dipshits, Suan bothers me. She says something I didn't, and couldn't care, to hear. But I did hear her saying that I look weird with my shades on. I look fucking ugly enough you don't need to rub it in my face like that. I knew she was only half kidding, but I got all the more irritated anyway added to the Hamita Wait For Her Shit incident. So I start walking even faster past Suan and her friend and said, "Let me go home." To make things worse, she catches up to me and punches my dangling backpack and it almost slips off of my arm. If I hadn't been stuffing my face from the bag of chips that I was holding in that bent arm, the goddamn Jansport satchel would have fallen to the ground and forced me to bend over with my already pained abdomen and all, to pick up her fucking mess.
Well it wouldn't be a mess, but I just plain hate picking shit up off the ground. It really annoys the fuck out of me when people listen to Gwar albums and waste my fucking time like they did today. Could you blame a hungry bitch for wanting to go to her cozy home and stuff her god awful fat face with fattening food?
After getting my joy level up higher after what Hamita and Suan did before and was about to cross the street onto my beloved Highland Ave., Eric ambushes me, with obnoxious car horns which at first I thought were more "hungry" customers, on the side of the street. He drove me to Wendy's after picking up and dropping off Matt. By then I couldn't even give a fuck about going home then, except for getting my ass beat for not coming home, but it was definitely not a waste of time. I wish I had more friends who would take me out like that, and not annoy the fuck out of me. I enjoy car rides, and was disappointed that I had to cut our time short for I would've maybe gotten quite a few verbal lashes from my folks upon stepping into the household. What mommy don't know won't hurt.
Christina's Mom in Broken English: "Where you go?"
Christina: "Uh, my friend wanted to talk about stuff."
And she fell for that. Not knowing I went all the way to Parsippany or wherever the fuck Wendy's is. I'm proud of myself.
Obviously, that was a sarcastic statement. Pride is an emotion that I never feel.
Come to think of it, I am the most talented person next to your pet rock to show emotion. Being the music mogul that I am, and listening to all this shit that I do, when I listen to music I stay still. That's that. I don't move. I look like I'm not even hearing anything. Your pet rock and I would get along well.
Female love handles dangling over their overly tight cheap JC Penney denim pants scare the hell out of me. A lot of people in this world pull Axl's, that's all I can say. For some reason, when I get chunky, my stomach grows outward, not sideways. I never have love handles for some reason. Thank God to Christina's Family Genes.
