macbeth is on the meds...damn, thats a long medical bill
well, my mind is about as fried as a taco. Well, maybe not a taco, but its not deep fried either.
I had an essayin social today. Minds still realiing from it. Then had a god aweful chem test (chem, i ahve discovered, is sometimes like eating a hard, dusty/pasty substance that chips teeth). Subsequencial to say, i hide in the libary at lunch because i was frankly iching for a fight, and i'm not pleasent when i'm in that mood. I dont think any one missed me. Is it right to have gotten used to such a thing?
no, probably not....
you know its never a good sign when your on a blog, which no one really seems to read anymore, and your answering you own questions... oh well, its not like i created a blog so that others could read it anyways. I created it as an outlet, to whatever springs from the leaky well that is my mind, will, well, spring i guess.
What a terrible metaphor. Mr.derdan would kill me. Or laugh till he cried. WHich ever would be better then him yelling at us today. But what do you expect when you give high school students a lit candle, that will at some point in time produce molten wax? Its, frankly, playing with fire, indirectly.
macbeth is a dink. laldy macbeth is a crazy bitch who needs help. Allllooot of help.
wierdest thing happened after school. I missed my bus, yet somehow i managed to do some heart to heart with robert, talk to tory, talk a bit with blair, and get shunned to the libary after buying a tshirt with money my mother had given me. I have been told i look good in brown. WHo knew? anywho, i took a cartoon down to mr.fab, who might have been stupid enough to give us essays, but now he, the poor sap, has to mark them. Redemtion comes in many forms. This is not one of them. This is like a side note of revenge. anyways, back to my story before i interrupted myself (warning, anyone?). i actually talked to fabs!! ME!!! it was odd. and when he found out which kids in his social 20 class were mmy friends, it seemed to confuse him alittle bit more. He seems to think i am something of a basket case. But then, he laughs when he claims hes 'bushed' . i think hes just slowly going crazy. A man that smart has to be kinda crazy.
and in the car today, we (me and mom, we had a fight earlier too), made a discovery. Dad and mr.faber are alot alike. Which makes almost no sence, as i'm not scared of my father. ONly whens hes mad. Never had issues approching him though. So, a rather odd tyurn of events, but not exactly bad. Not exactly good either. SO i'll have to settle for midway.
Meh.
Blair has to move. Its sad. My mom saw her haning out with kerry and blair dropped a few steps in her mind. She hates kerry with a burning passion. I guess thats to be expected. I mean, for years i cried myself to sleep at night. and most of the time alls she could do was hear my sobbing. Thats got to do something to a mother. Whatever though. I know that kerry might not be a very nice person (oh, how i know), but that doesn't mean i have to be chummy chummy with her. I acknoldge her right to exist, and sure, she might hang out with a great friend of mine, who seems to be slowly pulling away from us, but hey. I'm not suprised. Thats what kerry does. I just hope that the glue is strong, and we're not forgetten in the throughs.
it might be nice though, to be talked to, like in the old days. When if you said hello, you got it said back to you, and people didn't seemingly run from you to talk about the wierdest things. Oh well. Big dreams. Cruel world. Never seemed to really fit. But then again, when did life?
I had an essayin social today. Minds still realiing from it. Then had a god aweful chem test (chem, i ahve discovered, is sometimes like eating a hard, dusty/pasty substance that chips teeth). Subsequencial to say, i hide in the libary at lunch because i was frankly iching for a fight, and i'm not pleasent when i'm in that mood. I dont think any one missed me. Is it right to have gotten used to such a thing?
no, probably not....
you know its never a good sign when your on a blog, which no one really seems to read anymore, and your answering you own questions... oh well, its not like i created a blog so that others could read it anyways. I created it as an outlet, to whatever springs from the leaky well that is my mind, will, well, spring i guess.
What a terrible metaphor. Mr.derdan would kill me. Or laugh till he cried. WHich ever would be better then him yelling at us today. But what do you expect when you give high school students a lit candle, that will at some point in time produce molten wax? Its, frankly, playing with fire, indirectly.
macbeth is a dink. laldy macbeth is a crazy bitch who needs help. Allllooot of help.
wierdest thing happened after school. I missed my bus, yet somehow i managed to do some heart to heart with robert, talk to tory, talk a bit with blair, and get shunned to the libary after buying a tshirt with money my mother had given me. I have been told i look good in brown. WHo knew? anywho, i took a cartoon down to mr.fab, who might have been stupid enough to give us essays, but now he, the poor sap, has to mark them. Redemtion comes in many forms. This is not one of them. This is like a side note of revenge. anyways, back to my story before i interrupted myself (warning, anyone?). i actually talked to fabs!! ME!!! it was odd. and when he found out which kids in his social 20 class were mmy friends, it seemed to confuse him alittle bit more. He seems to think i am something of a basket case. But then, he laughs when he claims hes 'bushed' . i think hes just slowly going crazy. A man that smart has to be kinda crazy.
and in the car today, we (me and mom, we had a fight earlier too), made a discovery. Dad and mr.faber are alot alike. Which makes almost no sence, as i'm not scared of my father. ONly whens hes mad. Never had issues approching him though. So, a rather odd tyurn of events, but not exactly bad. Not exactly good either. SO i'll have to settle for midway.
Meh.
Blair has to move. Its sad. My mom saw her haning out with kerry and blair dropped a few steps in her mind. She hates kerry with a burning passion. I guess thats to be expected. I mean, for years i cried myself to sleep at night. and most of the time alls she could do was hear my sobbing. Thats got to do something to a mother. Whatever though. I know that kerry might not be a very nice person (oh, how i know), but that doesn't mean i have to be chummy chummy with her. I acknoldge her right to exist, and sure, she might hang out with a great friend of mine, who seems to be slowly pulling away from us, but hey. I'm not suprised. Thats what kerry does. I just hope that the glue is strong, and we're not forgetten in the throughs.
it might be nice though, to be talked to, like in the old days. When if you said hello, you got it said back to you, and people didn't seemingly run from you to talk about the wierdest things. Oh well. Big dreams. Cruel world. Never seemed to really fit. But then again, when did life?
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