the purple moneky strikes again!!
I hate my sister! I don't mean sisterly hate, thoguh that is DEFINATLY in there somewhere. I mean hate, the thing that makes you want to hunt them down and tear them limb from limb using a blunt weapon, preferably a crowbar.
What has she done now, you ask? You must be over reacting, you say. Well, I say for you to shove it up frosties pipe!!! She has been stealing from me for years, taking things both important and unimportant to me. Shies stolen DVD'S (which I do not have many of), CD's (which I, unbelievably, have fewer of), money, jewery, make up and clothing. Now, all sisters do, you say. Not to this extreme. Do normal sisters have a lock on one of their doors, and simply do it for sport. Do normal sisters brag to their friends that the eye shadow their wearing is actually their sisters, which they stole. I don't think so.
And she is so cruel. She kicks my cat, she back talks about all, and I mean ALL of her so called 'friends'. The girl carries a condom about in her wallet, and shows off so much skin, almost nothing is left to the imagination. She has the air of a bitch, and I do mean that. I feel embarrassed to go shopping with her, and she feels the same about me. We couldn't be more different, with very few similar ideas or thoughts, and almost none of the same interested. She can con my mother into getting anything she wants, and she always brags about it. Even when mother is right there. And does she stop spoiling the already rotten carrot, oh no. She gets more stuff for her, no matter what the cost. When I ask if she could pick up a magazine, that I know for a fact is only $2, she says it was too expensive, then makes me go down and help unload all the things she got for Pam.
And they always make us late. They yell and hollar and bitch for everyone to get in the car, then 20 minutes later, they clamber in, yelling at us about making them late for what ever if it was our fault!! One of these days, I'm telling my dad to drive off without their sorry butts, and I know he finally will. And they take soo long to shop. They go into every shop, even if its for 9 year old girls. My sister squeezes herself into size zeros, when she is easily a size 6 or even 10. Oh, she hates that fact, you can tell. She might have something in common with the big, bad older sister. Gasp.
If we had too much in common, I'd do the world a favor and kill myself. One is already too much, and when you look at all of the mindless girls who want to be her, and all the sick grade 8 (yep, 13 year olds) who want to get some, who can not feel sick?I seriously will not date any guy that is a year younger then me, and defiantly not two, from spring bloody bank. Guy ass perves, who all deserve to have their rich little asses kicked. They might be better when they're older, but right now i can't look at them without feeling sick.
I don't think I would date anyone in my grade from springbank!! They're all stupid pimps. Thankfully, the guy I like is not from springbank. I might be singing a different tune in two years, or maybe even one, but for now they are icky perverts.
And they are only egged on by the stupid media and its views that are pumped into our minds, on a daily baises. Be skinny, be beautiful. If your not this size with this color hair, no one will like you. If your not this, boys/girls wont like you, yacky yacky yacky. And we all pretend that we don't care, that we're not affected. But the truth is we are. We are all affected on levels deeper then we know. A girl walking down the street might lean against a street lamp, and see her reflection. A boy runs his hands through his hair, making sure its still in the right style. Looks are so over rated in our society. And many of you right now, would be thiknging, only an ugly person would say that. Well, I might be ugly to some, queen and goddess to others for all you know. You don't know me except for my posts, unless your a friend (aya and blair) who read them. So, if you continue to read on, then you know not a single thing about my looks, except that I'm not a size 0-10.
I'm so sick of commercials that say you have to look a certain way, or that if you don't have this, your not cool. All aimed at us, the teens. We are the boomers, the get quick generation. If its in, they believe that unless we have it, we're no longer cool. When did our social staues start to get measured by what we own? When did we fall so low? People say that its nothing, just a fad. BUt then why do they go after it so whole heartedly? Why do they allow themselves to get pulled into that visious cycle? Sadly, its most of the its most of the population of my grade, and i know its pretty much the whoile poulation of my sisters grade, which is only two years our jouiner. It still shocks me how different we view people in school, how just one year can make such a difference to us. In the real world, many consider themselves lucky to be dating someone in their decade! IN school, we scorn people who make passes at people who are too young or too old, in our views. The real world is going to bite our backsides, and it will hurt like nothing else.
Our poor misguided society. For example, my mother (the ruler and creator of every evil thing ever made; mainly pamela) thinks that i am on the computer doing my CALM (career and life management) homework. WEll, i'm not. MAH HA HA HA HA!!!
Suck on that, and then get a shovel.
I can't wait unitl i move out, and am only forced to return to this hell hole when its summer holidays and summer break. I can deal with only a few weeks of this, and by then i'll have a summer job, and hopefully a drivers licence.
I know that alot of people have it way worse then me. Believe me, this fact is not lost upon me. People are now homeless, loveless, and even lifeless because of that tunamie that struck, with the death count 120 000 and still climbing. I know that the poor little kids in africa are starving. I know that we will all die becasue of our stupidness, some long before others. But the most shocking, repulsing thing that has been bradned into me by this household, is that i find that i am the one who cares the most.And right now, i don't give a damn.
Oh, bitchy thing to say, i know. But i'm being truthful, which is more then you'll get from most of the coulson clan. WE bullshit one another to stay alive, and we glare at one another behind their backs. Possesions are things that someone currently has. It doesn't matter to almost all of them who has it, or who they might want to give it to. Only the thought of having it matters. And thats when they come to my room, the only unlocked one in the house. Now, i don't want pity. I'm not trying to make myself better or place myself above them. I know that we are alike, sadly, as they are some of the most defining forces in my life, and always has been. The difference between us? I have a consious, and i don't take things from my friends. I don't give away other peoples possesions, and i don't steal. I have ethics and morals, and i actually know what they mean and i stick to them. If you are my friend, even most hated enemy, and i give you my word, i will do all i can to keep it. To my sister, my mother, a promise and someones word is worth less than carbion dioxide. They always break theirs, and they never stand by their ever changing belief.
And i weep for them. Or, i did when i was younger. Now, they're on their own. I have had my spirt beaten, brused, and once shattered. But no more, and i shall not waste my tears. They don't do the same for me. Why should i care for someone whos withered inside and out? Why should i care for someone who is that repulsive and lost?
Then i find myself asking, how can i not?
I know that completely out of the ordanary, and that they don't give a damn about me. Yet i find myself defending them, and i have no idea why. Well, i have some thoughts on the subject, and they aren't all pretty. I guess it comes from me always being so protective, and that once someone has gained my trust, i don't ever truly forget them, or wash my hands clean of them. I will stand by many of my friends, even if they are trial for murdering a school full of severn year olds. I will stand by them is they robbed a bank and were caught. I would still be standing by them if they were on trial for running from the law, after doing all of the above. And i hope, that excluding the first one, i would be standing next to them, and be able to whisper, "At least we had a great time", and mean it. I know that i can be intimidating when i'm angry ( i refuse to belivev any other time i am) and that i can be a force to be reconded with. Poking me with a stick doesn't do the job, and persoanl heart break don't matter to me. Been there, done that after all. Now, if it happened to occur to one of my dear friends, i would hunt the bastered down, and do everything they did to rasputian at the dinner in his honr, and not all in the order that the events occured.
I know that i am not exactly miss illinois, and that i probally never will be. I accepted that fact long ago, and i haven't looked back. Ever. I know what its like to be a loner, and i know the feeling of a lone wolf. I know how wolfs stick together though, and how they value one another. This doesn't mean that i go about, running in the nigth stalk naked and howling at the moon. I don't bark, i haven't mated for life, and i most definatly don't clean my self by licking me! And i won't let anyone else do it either, word of warning. I'm not a druggie, a drunk, or even an addict. I can go throguh life without many things, and still whistke a happy tune. And yes, i can whistle, just not well.
And now, i must return to my CALM homework, which will no doubt, along with my band and art homework, take up the rest of my weekend, aka one day of it, so i'd best get started. That, and the fact that the bitch squad is comming to cheak my progress. So ta ta!!
What has she done now, you ask? You must be over reacting, you say. Well, I say for you to shove it up frosties pipe!!! She has been stealing from me for years, taking things both important and unimportant to me. Shies stolen DVD'S (which I do not have many of), CD's (which I, unbelievably, have fewer of), money, jewery, make up and clothing. Now, all sisters do, you say. Not to this extreme. Do normal sisters have a lock on one of their doors, and simply do it for sport. Do normal sisters brag to their friends that the eye shadow their wearing is actually their sisters, which they stole. I don't think so.
And she is so cruel. She kicks my cat, she back talks about all, and I mean ALL of her so called 'friends'. The girl carries a condom about in her wallet, and shows off so much skin, almost nothing is left to the imagination. She has the air of a bitch, and I do mean that. I feel embarrassed to go shopping with her, and she feels the same about me. We couldn't be more different, with very few similar ideas or thoughts, and almost none of the same interested. She can con my mother into getting anything she wants, and she always brags about it. Even when mother is right there. And does she stop spoiling the already rotten carrot, oh no. She gets more stuff for her, no matter what the cost. When I ask if she could pick up a magazine, that I know for a fact is only $2, she says it was too expensive, then makes me go down and help unload all the things she got for Pam.
And they always make us late. They yell and hollar and bitch for everyone to get in the car, then 20 minutes later, they clamber in, yelling at us about making them late for what ever if it was our fault!! One of these days, I'm telling my dad to drive off without their sorry butts, and I know he finally will. And they take soo long to shop. They go into every shop, even if its for 9 year old girls. My sister squeezes herself into size zeros, when she is easily a size 6 or even 10. Oh, she hates that fact, you can tell. She might have something in common with the big, bad older sister. Gasp.
If we had too much in common, I'd do the world a favor and kill myself. One is already too much, and when you look at all of the mindless girls who want to be her, and all the sick grade 8 (yep, 13 year olds) who want to get some, who can not feel sick?I seriously will not date any guy that is a year younger then me, and defiantly not two, from spring bloody bank. Guy ass perves, who all deserve to have their rich little asses kicked. They might be better when they're older, but right now i can't look at them without feeling sick.
I don't think I would date anyone in my grade from springbank!! They're all stupid pimps. Thankfully, the guy I like is not from springbank. I might be singing a different tune in two years, or maybe even one, but for now they are icky perverts.
And they are only egged on by the stupid media and its views that are pumped into our minds, on a daily baises. Be skinny, be beautiful. If your not this size with this color hair, no one will like you. If your not this, boys/girls wont like you, yacky yacky yacky. And we all pretend that we don't care, that we're not affected. But the truth is we are. We are all affected on levels deeper then we know. A girl walking down the street might lean against a street lamp, and see her reflection. A boy runs his hands through his hair, making sure its still in the right style. Looks are so over rated in our society. And many of you right now, would be thiknging, only an ugly person would say that. Well, I might be ugly to some, queen and goddess to others for all you know. You don't know me except for my posts, unless your a friend (aya and blair) who read them. So, if you continue to read on, then you know not a single thing about my looks, except that I'm not a size 0-10.
I'm so sick of commercials that say you have to look a certain way, or that if you don't have this, your not cool. All aimed at us, the teens. We are the boomers, the get quick generation. If its in, they believe that unless we have it, we're no longer cool. When did our social staues start to get measured by what we own? When did we fall so low? People say that its nothing, just a fad. BUt then why do they go after it so whole heartedly? Why do they allow themselves to get pulled into that visious cycle? Sadly, its most of the its most of the population of my grade, and i know its pretty much the whoile poulation of my sisters grade, which is only two years our jouiner. It still shocks me how different we view people in school, how just one year can make such a difference to us. In the real world, many consider themselves lucky to be dating someone in their decade! IN school, we scorn people who make passes at people who are too young or too old, in our views. The real world is going to bite our backsides, and it will hurt like nothing else.
Our poor misguided society. For example, my mother (the ruler and creator of every evil thing ever made; mainly pamela) thinks that i am on the computer doing my CALM (career and life management) homework. WEll, i'm not. MAH HA HA HA HA!!!
Suck on that, and then get a shovel.
I can't wait unitl i move out, and am only forced to return to this hell hole when its summer holidays and summer break. I can deal with only a few weeks of this, and by then i'll have a summer job, and hopefully a drivers licence.
I know that alot of people have it way worse then me. Believe me, this fact is not lost upon me. People are now homeless, loveless, and even lifeless because of that tunamie that struck, with the death count 120 000 and still climbing. I know that the poor little kids in africa are starving. I know that we will all die becasue of our stupidness, some long before others. But the most shocking, repulsing thing that has been bradned into me by this household, is that i find that i am the one who cares the most.And right now, i don't give a damn.
Oh, bitchy thing to say, i know. But i'm being truthful, which is more then you'll get from most of the coulson clan. WE bullshit one another to stay alive, and we glare at one another behind their backs. Possesions are things that someone currently has. It doesn't matter to almost all of them who has it, or who they might want to give it to. Only the thought of having it matters. And thats when they come to my room, the only unlocked one in the house. Now, i don't want pity. I'm not trying to make myself better or place myself above them. I know that we are alike, sadly, as they are some of the most defining forces in my life, and always has been. The difference between us? I have a consious, and i don't take things from my friends. I don't give away other peoples possesions, and i don't steal. I have ethics and morals, and i actually know what they mean and i stick to them. If you are my friend, even most hated enemy, and i give you my word, i will do all i can to keep it. To my sister, my mother, a promise and someones word is worth less than carbion dioxide. They always break theirs, and they never stand by their ever changing belief.
And i weep for them. Or, i did when i was younger. Now, they're on their own. I have had my spirt beaten, brused, and once shattered. But no more, and i shall not waste my tears. They don't do the same for me. Why should i care for someone whos withered inside and out? Why should i care for someone who is that repulsive and lost?
Then i find myself asking, how can i not?
I know that completely out of the ordanary, and that they don't give a damn about me. Yet i find myself defending them, and i have no idea why. Well, i have some thoughts on the subject, and they aren't all pretty. I guess it comes from me always being so protective, and that once someone has gained my trust, i don't ever truly forget them, or wash my hands clean of them. I will stand by many of my friends, even if they are trial for murdering a school full of severn year olds. I will stand by them is they robbed a bank and were caught. I would still be standing by them if they were on trial for running from the law, after doing all of the above. And i hope, that excluding the first one, i would be standing next to them, and be able to whisper, "At least we had a great time", and mean it. I know that i can be intimidating when i'm angry ( i refuse to belivev any other time i am) and that i can be a force to be reconded with. Poking me with a stick doesn't do the job, and persoanl heart break don't matter to me. Been there, done that after all. Now, if it happened to occur to one of my dear friends, i would hunt the bastered down, and do everything they did to rasputian at the dinner in his honr, and not all in the order that the events occured.
I know that i am not exactly miss illinois, and that i probally never will be. I accepted that fact long ago, and i haven't looked back. Ever. I know what its like to be a loner, and i know the feeling of a lone wolf. I know how wolfs stick together though, and how they value one another. This doesn't mean that i go about, running in the nigth stalk naked and howling at the moon. I don't bark, i haven't mated for life, and i most definatly don't clean my self by licking me! And i won't let anyone else do it either, word of warning. I'm not a druggie, a drunk, or even an addict. I can go throguh life without many things, and still whistke a happy tune. And yes, i can whistle, just not well.
And now, i must return to my CALM homework, which will no doubt, along with my band and art homework, take up the rest of my weekend, aka one day of it, so i'd best get started. That, and the fact that the bitch squad is comming to cheak my progress. So ta ta!!
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