hmmm

What the hell? I am reading Catcher in The Rye (found it in my library. The flimsy cover was hidden by a shade of white... couldn't resist), and yet, I am failing my classes.

FAILING MY CLASSES!!

I know... unbelievable. 01001010010 is failing her classes!!

But Don't WORRY... They'll be straightened out sooner or later. I'm starting to work on my homework earlier than I did before.
<<Mmkay, anywayz, as I was saying... that was a very very long story and I REALLY don't feel like writing/typing it out. Speaking of writing, my English class has gotten an earfull of me. Only a few people had ever heard or read the things I've written... gory or not, but my English class kinda asked for it. They want my input? Well, they've sure gotten it, now. That's all I can say.
<<< That damned book, Catcher in The Rye, is messing with my Writing skills.  I swear. Sonuvabitch. lol. SEE?!
<<<< I hated that damned book, the Lord Of The Flies. That or my teacher ruined it, sadly.
-I feel like an anime character... on sugared puffs. I want to be in a band. I need to start one. In fact, if you want to be in it, leave a fucking comment, you greasy ass pig.

 My Burned Top Lip and The Other Mysteries of Life

I may not have time to write all of this down. It has been a long weekend for me and school starts in a mere 7 hours and 26 minutes.
But I shall start from... the Saturday before last.

I came home. Walked in. Threw my stuff on the cold tiles. Fell asleep somewhere (it was about 5 in the morning) downstairs. Woke up there with some strange bed sheet. Then my dad's silhouette.
My dad was pacing. Pacing. Meant he wanted to talk. Was itching at his mouth to get something out. To talk to me. So I asked.
"Dad... what's wrong?"
What followed was a long and complicated list of complaints ending with "I can't believe your mother, she's so fucking stupid."
Something like that anyhoo.
Well, as you might not know, my parents have been together for a total of 15 years (15 or 16 on New Years Eve). They're... an interesting couple. the only times I've seen them spit have been when my mother's friend was involved. And this was one of the times.
Except, only my dad was spitting. I guessed my mother was still working at my little brother's school. Had no clue. I wished I could somehow contact her and tell her not to come home.
And then Dad started again. But this time, he gave more information. He had found some notes to my mother from her friend.... and then some.

Next Friday:

Woke up. School was supposed to end at Eleven that day. I reminded myself. I shouldn't of reminded myself that I even had school.
I strutted into my English class and pretended to read. As soon as the bell rang, I was upstairs in the worst class... ever. An extra hour or two there, we'd spend. Horrid, I thought.
Then, I saw him. He looked extra delicious. Couldn't mind. Damn me. Damn me to hell. I couldn't control myself and my teen motions.

...seemed like I was flirting.

Despicable.

I screamed at dad through the peeling white phone. I was already downtown. He waited until then... until I had bribed my mother with 10 dollars... to dissaprove? I hung up and called my mother back.
"Turn back around... NOW!"
I slammed the phone into the couch and walked outside, leaving my obese cousin behind.
It took her almost an entire eternity to come. She looked upset. Hell. Why was she? I was the one that wasn't going to be able to get where I wanted. She had driven downtown and hung out with my Dad's side of the family. What was there for me to do? 4 hours wasted.
We arrived home. 30 minutes had passed. I'd calmed down. Dad was up mowing the lawn. My little brother and his friends playing the Xbox or my Gamecube or PS2 or some dumb system in his room. I was in my own room.

I heard a car swing into the driveway. Not one of ours. Our cars couldn't swing like that.
...to be contiinued. Interesting story.

Anyway, before I forget, I was downstairs talking to some friends via AIM... and then I got up to get some Fat Free Frozen (w. no dairy products!!!) stuff from the Freezer. I didn't like it frozen, so I stuck it in the microwave for 30 seconds and warmed up my spoon by sticking it in the flames.
After the sound rang, I took the stuff from the microwave and stuck my spoon in. It sizzled. Made my heart race.
Then, I stuck it into my mouth...

and it sizzled.

now I'm stuck with a fucking burnt lip for school.

I dunno... everything has been really weird, once again. I'm hoping that I don't fall as quickly as usual.

bi.

Dear G-d,

Why is everything so fucked up? Why is everyone destined to die? Why are humans so grey? Why are the lights so dim? Why can't I have a treat to myself?

How do you stand us?
How do you watch us everyday?
And how do you pay attention to the horrible things going around?

What are you really like?

When will you answer these questions?

Who's out there.

.......................................G-d

Coin operated boy- The Dresden Dolls

i swear....

and

My Humps - the black eyed peas

I listen to some rappish stuff (I know...w eird right?)
But they happen to be some of the best songs.