Thursday, October 21
I just spit a loogie full of phlegm mixed in with my dinner of salad that had italian dressing, spaghetti, and stuffed chicken into the wastebasket. God I love hygiene.
The really hot guy in my desktop publishing class, I have a feeling he doesn't like me much. Even if we never spoke one bit. Oh well, maybe I just have bad assumptions about nothing at all or he really doesn't like me much. We both like The Rolling Stones and Led Zeppelin a lot. That's something to start off with. Maybe I should get one of those female musk things that's just like perfume and it's supposed to attract the opposite sex to you even more. I bet it would turn out to be beaver piss stirred in vegetable oil.
Pep rally of the year tomorrow. Fuck that, I'm going home. At 12:45, before the 1:00 scheduled (which I guarantee will start a half hour late), I am leaving the shithole for good and start my weekend early.
Shit man, I can't even get my times tables right and I aced my geometry quiz. Sometimes I really do surprise myself, or the Academic (Shit) Fairy has been on my side lately.
It's so fun picking eye crust out of your eye. If you saved it all up in a year and put it in a mayonnaise jar, sealed it air tight with pressurized hydrogen, I bet you would end up with sulfur.
Lunch was tedious. Yes, tedious. I hate it when people make me go outside without a jacket in 50 degree wet, rainy weather and you just stand there in silence for no apparent reason. So in conclusion I still need to find a person who would like to spend every single lunch, every single day of the week with a boring fuck like me and keep me company. Who will be considerate of what their peers would be more comfortable with doing or going to wherever. I owe people money. That's not good. But I probably won't pay them back. Izzy Stradlin CD comes first bitch.
This is a really crappy entry. I seriously have nothing interesting to say. Not that I ever do in the first place. But this is how I like to take up my time, which I have all in the world of.
Oh yes. My parents were talking during dinner about left-handed folk. They sulked so much that they made it seem like they were fucking racist against left-handed people. Like they were weaker than the average right-handed person and were "strange." I find left-handed people to be so weird, so fucking weird, just as Jim Morrison is considered beautiful.
There's absolutely nothing wrong with being left-handed. And they're going on and on about this shit that left-handed people can't do anything as well as right-handed people can. I really find that offensive, because it's simply the most lame thing to be pouting about. Left-handed people are just the same as any other motherfucker on the planet with hands. And if you can write and wipe your ass with both hands, well that's just fucking great. I'm happy for you. But this is just bullshit. Being way overly conservative to Gwar-tastic heights is just, Christina gives that a thumbs down.
Jimi Hendrix and Kurt Cobain were left-handed. But I shouldn't be talking, they were extremely talented.
I think I'm at a point in my life which I can call an "enlightenment." This probably brings up John Locke and Rousseau to your head. Well get them the fuck out of there because I'm no history fiend to bore the hell out of you, more than I already am. For the past few weeks I've been noticing that I've been more forgiving to whatever people are doing to me (no it's not rape you fuckwit), not because I'm a fucking pussy [like Axl], but I guess the feeling of empathy has been seeping into my mind. Also, this year, being more lonesome than previous years, I've been watching other people out of sheer boredom and hence have been observing human nature. I guess I've been understanding that quite a bit more. People will be people. Assholes will be assholes. Beautiful people will be beautiful. Then there's looking through their eyes and seeing what's really there, and their labels take a totally new turn. I have so learned not to judge too much on a person just by their looks or way of dressing. And have stopped talking dirt about people even if I have never met them or know their name or anything at all. For I used to be quite the gossiping bitch. I would blab and blab and blab and complain and bitch for hours on end about a certain person and their faultiness. Just imagine a moi who talks as much as Howard Stern with a bitchy snap attitude like your aunt with the big red hair and 3 inch long fingernails who wears hot pink capris and lime green tank tops that show off her orange bras which complement her oddly carrot orange heels.
At the same time I hate a lot of humanity. Or maybe just the school. I've got to work on that. Saying that, I probably haven't learned anything at all. But oh well. I know there's something going on in that cranium of mine, and it ain't a brain tumor.
Some, well actually most, if not all, people fucking hate adolescence to the absolute brink of blasting a Gwar album and slitting their wrists. At the same time, at least for me, it's a liberation of your silly childish beliefs and habits, and in turn you start to look at things in a different perspective and appreciate a lot of things around you. Or maybe I'm just a complete sap.
I've got so many ideas for picture posts for you to enjoy and urinate in your trousers with, and just had another idea upon reading someone's comment in the last post. A "Favorite Pussies of All Time" one sound interesting? OH BOY, MAN AM I GOING TO HAVE FUN WITH AXL.
one fish, two fish.
