| Funny how I'm bitching about bitching o_o; |
[24 Feb 2004|06:41pm] |
Note: This isn't directed to anyone I know on-line, it's directed to people I know in-fucking-life. You know, I wish I could sort of trade. Know the people I know on-line IRL, and vice versa. I wouldn't be this annoyed right now if that were so.
You know what I'm realllly tired of? Consoling people who only want to whine and bitch all the fucking time. It's useless. I do it because I *care* about them, they *are* my friends after-all, but come-the-fuck-ON people. Every time something pisses you off you don't scream in the motherfucking hallway "I'm going to commit SUICIDE!" then expect someone (teacher or otherwise) not to notice. That's fucking retarded. And you wonder why Mr. Creepy-counselor dude wants to talk to you. Because you OVER DRAMATIZE SHIT! You hate your life? SO DO THE OTHER 90% of teenagers! Get over yourself! I mean, it's ONE thing to bitch over something you couldn't help or didn't know was going to happen, but it's another to bitch about something you can fucking control. Don't call me a stupid brain (Enjoy contradicting yourself, don't you?) for getting an A in a class while you get a fucking E. It's your own fault. That class is EASY AS SHIT! Sure, it's in the beginning of the day when everyone's either too perky to pay attention or too drowsy to listen to directions, but FUCK, he only instructs for (at most) 15 minutes, and THEN it's OUR period to do whatever we want! How the FUCK do you fail a class that mostly teaches you common sense?! As far as I'm concerned, you’re pitiful, and I’m pitiless. You knew what the hell you were going to get before you even got the report. No matter how much you deny it. How many times did you frantically copy my math homework? How many times did I tell you that from experience if you kept copying you wouldn't understand the work and that you needed to at least read the math book and maybe do some of the example problems before a test? How many times did you fuck around with that stupid bitch Summer instead of doing your work, then act like it was all "cool" or whatever because you had her. Fuck you, you knew what you were going to get. Don't call me an "up-high bitch" just because I'm not patting your motherfucking back for getting bad grades, boo-fucking-hoo. No one's going to goad you on anyone, shit-for-brains. The teachers don't care about you, they're just there to give you the information. It's your own fault if you don't listen. I'm not going to keep shouting to deaf ears, you heard me when I told you to study and you fucking waved me off because you were with Oh-look-at-me-I-slept-with-Jimmy-last-night-and-I-have-a-hang-over-aren't-I-SO-cool?! Well, where's she now, bitch? She's failing like you. I suppose when you bitch to me because no college will accept you, you’ll still have your cool-ness, right? Brittany, you’re white, and I don’t know if Affirmative Action is still going on, but if it is you’re seriously SOL. Wake up.
I have two D's. You don't see ME bitching, because I know why I have the D's, I don't even need to ask. One is because the teacher can't read the format of Word my paper is in, and the next is because I don't do homework. I'm putting myself in a position where I'll probably *have* to get an A on the exam to pass the class for the later situation, and I know it. If I don't pass the exam, sure, I'll be disappointed. Who wants to be stuck in the same class all over again? But I'll know it's my own damn fault. Something you and your friends seem to have problems realizing.
"MRS. SUCH-AND-SUCH GAVE ME AN E" No, you earned that E, bitch. You don't know shit about shit for shit. Stupid people like you should die.
I'm also really annoyed with you and your friends threatening suicide. As I said before, I try to help, because, sadly, no matter what I still care, but serious-fucking-ly, if you don't mean it, stop. Pretty soon, I'm going to start asking for written consent for me to take all of your useful material possessions, then I'll wave good-bye. I mean, shit, it seems like people are crying suicide over minor shit for a pat on the back from friends and a fucking lollipop from the guidance dude. I know people who cry suicide don't *actually* want to die, they're just looking for help. WELL I've fucking OFFERED it. I offered to go to fucking group counseling with you, I let you fucking copy my homework all day while you ignored me for that stupid whore, and when Miss Summer wasn't around, who did you bitch and cry to? Me? YES! That's it! ME! ME! Always me. Always, "Chelsey, you always give really good advice." Then why the fuck didn't you follow it? Your parents obviously *care* dumb-shit, otherwise you wouldn't be crying over your mommy bitching at you for bad grades. Even so, you should be getting your grades for yourself. Your parents have been there and done that, damn it. And now you want me to admire the little scratches you call cuts going up and down your arms? You want me to go "Oh! Brittany, you poor thing!" as you give me big, sad, Goth-puppy eyes? What the hell did you cut yourself with, a razor? You say a safety pin so it looks like it took you 5 hours to cut yourself with such a little instrument, but you do realize the cut was *way* to thin and clean to be done by a safety pin. I imagine since you're doing it so slowly, the line wouldn't be as straight, because your hands quiver when you're cutting yourself, you said so, I know so. But when I brought that up you totally ignored me and told me I "Didn't know true pain"- true to your poser-painful-Goth act. So your parents don't let you drive. So your parents won't let you ruin your fucking lungs. So you parents yell at you for getting bad grades. So people make fun of you for dressing how you do. (People will ALWAYS have something to say, dumb-ass.) Boo-fucking-hoo.
(I seriously think they need to cancel the show 7th Heaven, because apparently people in my school think every family except for theirs is perfect like that. 7th Heaven is a fucking TV show, and it's FAR from the truth in most goddamn families. I mean, the fucking father in the show is a PREIST. GOD!)
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| Yey! |
[13 Dec 2003|04:20pm] |
My mommy visited yesterday and today ^__^. I heard someone knocking on the door, and though 'God damn it, just die person-who-is-knocking-on-the-door.' I didn't bother to look out the peep hole, assuming my dad had forgotten the key again. Then I opened the door and just stared. And blinked, many, many, many times. Then I hugged her~ She didn't hug back or anything, I was kind of disappointed, but at least she came over, right? As we walked up the stairs I warned her not to go in my room because a) Icarus (my pet iguana) was hanging around and b) my room's a mess... nothing new there. She surprised my sister, which was nice because she wasn't feeling well at all. She said that the reason why she hadn't visited was because she'd been working all the time to get money to afford presents and on top of that she had classes. They didn't seem like very good reasons not at least call, but I wasn't thinking about that at the time. She's still like Creepy McPedo (Thomas' nickname affectionately chosen by the English genius, BK!) but yeah. Expecting her to drop him would be wanting too many good things to happen at once, which is always bad. Today she brought over some stuff for me and tomorrow she's going to straighten my hair.
Yey!
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| Burn the kitchen down! |
[25 Nov 2003|12:49am] |
Sho-chan says he'll teach me to cook and introduce me to his mother, who'll supposedly help. His mom seems scary, but she has a pretty voice. He says she wouldn't be herself until we're married XD His family sounds hilarious, I can't wait to meet them someday. Especially Sho's dad, because he's supposedly the spitting image of him. I wonder if they act the same too? Probably, he really looks up to his dad. I thought about it annnnd as odd as it sounds, being with only one person for the rest of your natural life isn't as scary as I'd imagine. I thought I'd hate the thought of it, but it actually kind of seems really nice. Sho-chan and I should be isolated on an island together. Yes, that'd be beautiful. I'd miss you all but living like a savage with Sho-chan sounds like fun!
It's fucking GODLY
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| Feh. |
[24 Nov 2003|01:03am] |
I fucking hate how the only time I can truly deeply contemplate things is when I'm laying down to sleep. Then shit just comes flying out of my brains. Stupid shit like... what would happen to me when I die... What I'm going to be if I grow up... choices I should make... The way I should live my life... My mom... My mom... Thomas... how I want to kill Thomas... Then how I need to be more peaceful, to mellow out and stop being so violent. How'd I get like this anyway? Two years ago I wasn't this aggressive... yes... If I remember correctly I was a little bitch two years ago. I never stood up for shit, heh. And when people pissed me off, I'd just cry about it. I wouldn't plot how to kill them. Even so, I like myself better now than I did two years ago. Back then I was so... odd. I had little pieces of every little clique in high school mashed inside of me because I wanted to fit in. I was too geek-y to be a prep-- too preppy to be a geek. Not angst-y enough to be a Goth. Too angst-y to be just a regular old plain-Jane. I cared too much to be a punk. I cared too little to be a hippy. I was just... me. And I shouldn't stand being in my own skin. Now, I still don't like being in my own skin BUT I've realized that cliques are shit and I've kind of become my own person regardless of what others think. Even so, I guess I belong to the Metal-heads now; they're who I hang around mostly. But that's because a lot of them are SO FUCKING HILARIOUS. I hang around geeks and skaters too. You shouldn't hang around just ONE type of people. That just makes you seem kind of jackass-y. No one wants that.
Lalala... I can't sleep because I'm sitting here worrying about my mom. How nice. See, I was just in bed, trying to ignore the random shit that comes to mind as I finally calm down and then SHE somehow pops into my damn head. Of all things. And then I have the battle with the 3 Selves.
Self One: She carried you for 7 months (I'm a premature baby. Go me!) ! She works 40 hours a day for you! She's your goddamn mother!
Self two: She didn't believe you when you told her IT molested you! And what's worse she got BACK with IT after he hit her! After you told her what happened! She's the one who kicked YOU out when you needed her!
Self Three: Fuck both of you. Chelsey, just stop caring. It'd make things so much easier. Fuck everything.
So... anyway... Just to make myself feel better:
A letter to mother~
I'm sorry for saying all that shit about you. Saying I hated you and crap. I don't, I've realized that now. I was just mad because you didn't listen to me. I can see why you didn't listen to me, though. Love blinds (deafens?). Maybe he WAS just trying to be nice and I took it the wrong way. He DID say sorry, after all. But then he started being a bitch and accusing me of things I KNOW I didn't do. I'm sorry for calling him a pedophile. Even if he IS, no pedophile with eyes would pick me for their prey. So maybe I shouldn't flatter myself, right?
And I'm sorry we fought so much. We just can't understand each other, I guess. Is it because of age? You have wisdom that I can't comprehend because I'm blinded by youth, right? And I hate the warped point of view that all teenaged girls have, the point of view that faded when you had me, I guess.
I know how much you've sacrificed for me. I appreciated it. You would have been a lot better off if you'd just aborted me. You had a 4.0 GPA in high school, after all. It's horrible when smart people make stupid mistakes like that.
I'm sorry for pulling out my hair. I honestly don't know why I do it myself. I know it isn't helping anything. Yeah, it does kind of hurt. It doesn't really relieve anything either. It just... I don't know. It's just a bad habit. I wish I'd never picked it up. I don't know how I picked it up. I know I promised I'd stop only to start up again. But I've REALLY been trying. I swear I have. I only do it when I'm stressed now. And that's only about... every 2 days now. I know that's still terrible but it's an improvement. I'll get better, I promise.
I'll stop listening to my horrid angry music too, if it makes you happy. In fact, things being better would probably make me happier. Then I wouldn't need the angry music. I wouldn't listen to it anymore because I wouldn't be able to relate to someone screaming about how if you're a human, they're a beast. Or suicide, or anything like that.
I promise I'll stop O-Ding on pills. I know it's a terrible habit too. Something I could potentially die from. And I haven't done it in a long time. I'll stop; I swear I will if you just get away form Thomas. Make him just... go away. I SWEAR mom, form the very BOTTOM of my heart if there is ONE person I WISH TO GOD would just... disappear out of the universe it's him! I don't even want him to die! I just wish he's just... leave. Not exist! I don't understand how you can LIVE with him! Are you that in love? My sister told me that he flaunted his gun when she and dad visited. To show a gun to a goddamn 12-year-old girl is terrible. He's not good enough for you. You're pretty, you can do better! I think of what happened WHEN I was there to try to protect you and I start to tear. I'm not mad about it anymore. And I don't hate him anymore; I just want him to go away! He hits you. He has a gun. He threatens you. He’s threatened me. I don't want to get a phone call from the police telling me my mother's been found, dead on the side of a fucking highway with more holes than a fucking fishnet in her. I'd have a meltdown. So please? Just leave him. I beg you.
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| Not moving after all ^-^ |
[02 Nov 2003|12:25pm] |
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Guess what? They can't move me because I have to finish school here! I almost jumped out of my friggin' skin when I heard that. My dad just told me that they don't let you move in the 11th grade because I guess it'd be too complicated? I don't know the reason why, I don't really care either. All I know is I don't have to choose between my mom and my dad anymore. Oh! And my dad is planning on buying a house in July. Good, because I hate this crappy army apartment. Maybe my mom will move back in with us too, because she's always wanted a house of her own. It's probably selfish to want so many good things to happen to me in such a small amount of time, but I'll keep my fingers crossed.
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[27 Oct 2003|09:13pm] |
It's been two weeks and a half since you've called, so shows how much you really fucking care. Whatever. I guess it's okay for every adult to have their... I don't know, time without having to worry about anyone but themselves. Just don't forget you have two girls that live with your "bastard husband" who miss you. I know I piss you off because I'm "too big for my britches" but at least fucking visit my sister. She didn't live with you. And she NEEDS her mom right now, she's turning into a lady. Not that you've... like... NOTICED or anything because you're too busy fucking Thomas. Yeah. Have fun. Even though you're scared to answer the phone when he's around, have fun. Even though you'll probably KILL eachother without ME around, (Need I remind you of the shot-gun incident? IT WAS ME WHO UNLOADED THE SHOT GUN YOU BITCH! ME! I COULD HAVE BLOWN MY OWN FUCKING BRAIN OFF BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW SHIT ABOUT GUNS)have fun. Even though you promised you'd come over, have fun. (I guess Thomas can override anything you say you'll do because he's more special? Important? Oh wait, I forgot he hits you.) But when you DO come over, I'm inspecting your entire body. If you have so much as a scratch that looks a bit suspicious, I'm coming over there with my favorite dull knife and I'm gutting the shit out of that fucker. I'll hang him by his intestine and write "THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU PISS OFF AN INSANE PERSON."
BTW- I may be moving to Cali. I want to meet Miki and Pally and Argy and everyone else, but I don't want to leave my mom here alone. Someone suggested that I tell my dad about Thomas molesting me, but... It was hard for me to tell my mom. It's just... cat got my fucking tongue and it wouldn't let go. When I finally did say it, I broke down on the ground. My mom saying "He was just trying to be nice, I don't believe you" didn't exactly help either.
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| Lalalalaaaa~! |
[19 Oct 2003|02:07pm] |
If you ever hear about a psychopathic girl who cut off her father's dick, shoved it into his mouth, then gut him and hung him by his intestine: It was me.
Just in case you were wondering what kind of sick fuck could do that to their own parent.
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| XD Fun. |
[07 Oct 2003|02:53pm] |
Well, today was a nice day. My class got moved to this hot, stuffy, cramped room, I vandalized the girls bathroom. Annnnd. My period came on during lunch BUT WAIT, that's not the kicker. The kicker is, it stained the seat. I was getting up to leave, saw the seat was SO red, immediately sat down. How embarrassing. I just stayed there until everyone left except for my friends. Natalia was yelling at me, "Come on! Slow-poke!" I motioned for her to come over (Amanda followed too) and told them what happened. Lunch Lady Number One asked me what was wrong and why I refused to move from my seat. I told her, she went to get me a jacket to tie around my waist. Lunch Lady Number Two was funny ^^; She was so prodigious and so "So... yeah. Ya'll just wanna hang with me? Yeah, that's cool" We humored her, she's funny. And nice too. I got up and tied the jacket around my waist, we left for the nurse's office.
But she wasn't there. There was a bathroom next to the nurse's office, so we went in there. Natalia gave me a bunch of paper towels to put down my pants ^^; Amanda went and told the class I went to the nurse's while 'Tally and I were in the bathroom. When we came out of the bathroom, I saw Annoying Summer hitting Loddie, the nurse yelled at her. Yey! She came back. I told her my "Friend" came, she showed me where the bathroom was, Natalia and I took a trip to the Little Girls' Room yet again. That was taken care of, but we didn't have a pass. Teachers bitch about being late and THEN~ the bell rings, class is dismissed. We run up stairs back to the Very Prodigious Lunch Lady and ask her to give us a pass, she did. Then we ran back down, (Natalia's SO fast >>) and got our stuff. However, I just realized I left all of my very cheap colored pencils there, but oh well. After this entire incident, the only think I can say is "THANK GOD FOR ALL BLACK" (Because none of the blood showed up! ^^)
But I was serious about the day going well. And after all that I'm so happy ^^. It's because of my period. It makes me mood swing. And if I'm on the happy side nothing gets me down, so yeah. And the bus ride home was hilarious. Daniel and Jeremy kept saying "Fuck you! NO, FUCK YOU!" and I'd say "Yes, please fuck each other" They'd look at me weird. Only then Daniel molested me which wasn't fun at all. Caesar had a Devil mask and I wrote "666" on he forehead. That was funny, people on the bus stared. We talked about Metal, why certain girls should be taken to camps and gassed for the good of the human race annnnnd then they got off. Grim (Gram) got on and we talked about books, boobs, and how if his neighbors have little kids he'd scare them by acting like The Devil. We got off the bus to walk home. One of the moving men heard me say "Yeah, I'm the Devil, worship me you filthy, pestilent pigs!" and dropped the stuff he was carrying. Only I wasn't yelling it, I was saying it in a sarcastic tone, I don't get why people react to violently to little words like that.
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| -_- Stupid me. |
[08 Sep 2003|02:57pm] |
|D I really need to look at other people's journals more often. Frobee hasn't been on for a few days, and there's this dude in my class that reminds me of him sometimes, and I started to get sad because Frobee WASN'T ON SO I THOUGHT HE DID SOMETHING STUUUUPPPPPID annnd then I looked at his LJ and his computer's broken :D Ahhhhahahaa. Yeah, I'm the only one stupid here ^^; Frock you, Mini-Gakuto-chan.
DOWNLOAD: Dir en grey- Yurameki! LOVE IT. WHORES. LOVE IT.
Other than that, my day was great ^^ While in spanish class Mat was being stupid and he said "Claudia (That's my spanish name that I picked, Chelsey doesn't translate) es fea" So I started laughing and called him a stupid rubio (sp? That's supposed to be blond XD) and then he said "WHAT?! I just COMPLIMENTED YOU!" Then I said "Mat, you dummy. Fea is ugly.-_-;" Then he turned to his notes and said "OH! Claudia es bonita!" So I said "Maeto es bajo!" :D He thought I called him "cute" but I called him short. And I just realized that while I'M calling HIM short, he's STILL taller than me WITH my 2 1/2 heels on. How terrible -_-; Being short sucks, people. Hate it. Hate it!
My math teacher is hot. :D I answered a question and she said "very goood!" and I whispered jokingly "Then give me my reward... [INSERT DIRTY THOUGHT HERE]" And she heard me |D And said "Awwww, you wanna lollipop, sweetie?" And gave me think sly smile and GOD -_-;;; I think I turned beat red. I just shook my head and said "Uh-uh..." and sat down. ^^; I think she knows I have a crush (Is that even it? A crush... Nah. I think I just think she's hooooooot) on her.
I HAVE TO PLAY SOCCER IN GYM AND IT'S THE STUPIDEST THING EVER!! What's even stupider is having lazy people on your team. Sure, I don't want to be out here wearing BLACK while the sun's glaring down on me kicking a damn ball around, neither do you, I'm assuming; but WHEN will people realize that if you TRY to have even just an iota of fun while doing it, it won't be so bad? RUN AND GET THE BALL, BITCH! Don't walk around like your shit doesn't stink and take your time. You're getting a GRADE for this, so just ACT, okay? That's all it takes...
I hate my science class, that all I'm going to say.
My first period class would ROCK if~ they'd turn the fucking air conditioning down. IT IS NOT HOT IN THIS SCHOOL AND IT WILL NEVER BE. So please, stop being so goddamn happy with the controls, you whores. I swear it was 40 degrees (F) during class.
I hate my history teacher, she talks too fast. She's a dumb blond I swear. I hate newbie-teachers.
ENGLISH ROCKS!!!! I LOVE my teacher, we had to read this story, but I'd already read it last year at another school :D So I was just staring at the Boy Who Reminds Me of Frobee when he said "...How about Chelsey!" I was supposed to READ something, but I didn't no where BUT I got a break ^^ Class ended before we got to me, YES~~ I HATE reading out aloud. They make us stand up when we say things too, so... yeah.
AND: ARMAND IS NOT DEAD!!!!!!! THANK YOU AND GOOD NIGHT!
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| The apple never falls far from the tree. |
[02 Sep 2003|03:27pm] |
My sister is such a hella-bitch the few days before her period, but I understand that because I'M like that when the bitch syndrome comes,, so I know to just leave her alone. She's being so emotional XD It's funny. To those of you who don't know, my sister is a tom-boy. Dresses, acts, and fights like a man! So seeing her being feminine and bitching about her period is very amusing to me. I hope she'll be okay, though ^^; I kind of feel like her mother because I'M the one who had to explain everything to her, not mom. I'M the one who was there for her very first cycle! Me! I'm a mother now! An insane, psychopathic mother, but a mother nonetheless! I'm so proud of myself. ^-^ She's being so much like me, it's amazing. And right now she's talking to me about how the girls in her class fuck with her, but she didn't knock the lights out of the bitch, JUST LIKE I TOLD HER! She's not that fiery little "FUCK WITH ME AND I'LL BEAT THE FUCKING SHIT OUT OF YOU" girl anymore! She's the "FUCK WITH ME annnd... I just won't give a shit because I don't care what you think anyway" girl and I TAUGHT HER THAT! Me! ME! MEEE~! *coughs*
SEE? I CAN do good ^^;
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| Woo! |
[31 Aug 2003|08:51pm] |
>_> I hate the people at my school. There's no freaks, how sad. Oh, well! I'll stand out. I like standing out. If you're not my friend, I don't give a shit what you say, so you might as well just not even waste your breath. Yeah! Save some of the air for the intelligent people. Yeah! In fact, hold your breath until I actually care about your opinion of me, okay?! Yeah... Just hold your breath. I hope you die. I hope you die. I hope you die. I hope you die. *coughs* My sleeping cycle is so fucked up. I need nighttime sudafed, and I asked specifically for it when my dad went out. But he get me? The non-drowsy kind. Excuse the typos in this part. The light bulb died, and my dad's bitching about going in and out for "stupid things I can wait on" >_> Fuck yourself, dearest father. *coughs* Yes, anyway. My head hurts. I love Dir en grey. They make me happy ^^ They should stop making medicine taste good, because then I'll start taking them like candy. Which isn't good at all. Anyways, my dad's hollering about the computer.
He probably just wants to watch transsexual porno again.
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| Eye Candy! |
[27 Aug 2003|03:56pm] |
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They fixed my schedule. I'm taking everything I'm supposed to be taking right now. Yey ^^ Yeah, anyways. HOTNESS! "HOTNESS" You say?! YES! HOTNESS! HOT MEN IN ALL OF MY CLASSES! Even the fucking guidance counselor! HOT! HOT HOT! EYE CANDY, GOD DAMN IT! HOT! HOT HOT HOT! Say stupid things in class-HOT! Stare at them ALL for HOURS-Hot. MAKE YOU WANT TO JUMP UP AND DOWN-Hot! HOT!!!!!!!! *coughs* Enough of my raging hormones. People like my drawing, so I'm making more ^^ There were only 3 people in my art class, and when I told my art teacher about The crossdresser named Mana, she didn't look at me like I was insane. She fucking RULES, man.
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| Fucking incompetent school admins. |
[26 Aug 2003|04:18pm] |
-_-; This is so fucking stupid. In highschool, they STRESS that you be competent and responsible when THEY can't do the same thing. Almost EVERY person in the highschool has SOMETHING fucked with their schedule, OR if they're like ME, they don't HAVE classes. -_-; I sat in a goddamn chair for HOURS WAITING for them to make me a goddamn schedule. I DID NOT go to class, for I didn't HAVE classes. I DID NOT go to lunch, for I don't HAVE lunch. Yet I'm being counted ABSENT when I don't even know my goddamn classes. -_-; They're so goddamn stupid. It's fucking ridiculous. And now they have this STUPID secretary lady who says "I don't know what to do!!" I'll tell you what you can DO, you stupid, fat-ass whore. You can get the fuck up and start DOING YOUR GODDAMN JOB which is scheduling people to fix their glasses and STOP TALKING TO FUCKING RELATIVES. This is NOT fucking family time, you stupid ass-rimming bitch -_-; You TAKE CARE of their fucking problems RIGHT NOW, NOT when you get finished talking to your goddamn son. You're FUCKING WITH PEOPLE'S FUTURES. I know LOTS of highschoolers don't do SHIT in their classes, but I want to actually LEARN something. WHAT THE HELL IS THE POINT OF GETTING UP AT 5 AM if I LEARN NOTHING?! I'm going insaaaane. The stupid fuckers ruined my non-madness. -_-;
I say we bomb the fuckers
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| Schoooool, or something like it! |
[25 Aug 2003|12:42pm] |
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I was supposed to start school today, but didn't. Or rather, couldn't. I didn't have all the stuff they needed to register me like proof of residence, social sercurity card, etc. But it sure was fun sitting in that hot-ass room for 3 hours. No, seriously, now that I think about it, it was. o.o; The dudes were cute. The girls were okay; this one girl was freakishly tall which scared me, though. It's SO hard being bisexual, people. It's hard like you wouldn't believe! ^^; *coughs* No, actually no it's not. RASETSU KITAAAAAAAARU! *sings*
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| GET HIGH, GET HIGH~~!!! |
[21 Aug 2003|07:35pm] |
o0; You know what baffles me? How adults can do petty, childish things. It's scary, dude. o_o; I mean, my parents were fighting a crap, then my mom left. I don't even know how the fight started... hmm... ah, now I remember. My mom was asking my dad about going to get my sister and he kept saying what he always said: "When I get back." Then my mom asked him about fixing the car. The car (a honda) is kind of old-ish. It's a 1996 Honda Accord, I believe. Anyways, it's had its share of wear and tear, my dad said he'd fix it. He tired, but it started acting up again. The Honda is the only transportation my mom has, and she's struggling to pay bills and stuff (Which is why she won't have the internet, cable, OR the phone... I don't think, at least. When I call her it says the number has been disconnected... T-T How sad...) so... hmm... Anyways, I was hugging my mom while they were fighting. They kept yelling a crap x_x; and so I was like "Mom, do not leave angry, it's baaaad karma *nods*" XD Then my dad said "fuck you" and my mom responded with "Fuck you! Fuck you and your little white-trash girlfriend." I said that was petty, she kind of pushed me away and walked out the door o0; annnnnd then my dad was like "Fuck you and that fat-ass old ass--" he couldn't think of a good come-back ^^; Poor him. Anyways, I said, "She's not with him anymore..." And you KNOW what I found out? My dad said she was with him Monday when he visited. I swear to God. If I have to live in the same apartment with that molesting, beating, bastard, I'll scream. I think I'd just leave here. I mean, why live with an evil bastard and a blinded-by-love mother when you can live with a stupid dad who has the internet and cable? Yes... *blinks* Anyways.
With how pissed off I was yesterday, I don't think I'll be mad for a loooooooong time, people. Seriously XD I was on friggin' FIRE. I was seriously going to HURT something and now I'm so melllllow... how nice. I think I like Mellow Mana/Miyu so... I think I'll... I don't know? Get high all the time so I can be calm? XD Yeah, that'd be fun except for the losing brain-cells part.
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| I hate you and I hope you fucking BURN IN HELL |
[20 Aug 2003|11:37pm] |
-_- I'm so pissed right now. Why do all my seemingly GOOD days turn out horrible? "Woe is me..." -__- Whatever...
To Daddy Dearest:
GET THE FUCK UP AND STOP BEING A FUCKING LAZY, PUSSY CHASING BASTARD YOU STUPID FUCKING MAN-WHORE! IT'S 11! GET UP. TAKE ME THE FUCK HOME OT STUPID FUCKIN BASTARD. I was on earier, bored as fuck. My dad started interrogating me. Asked if I was bored and ready to go home. I said yeah. He said "God damn it, Chelsey"
I JUST SPENT 5 FUCKING HOURS WITH PEOPLE I DO NOT KNOW. I JUST SPENT 5 FUCKING HOURS BEING SEXUALLY HARASSED BY A FUCKING 8-YEAR-OLD. I JUST SPENT 5 FUCKING HOURS LISTENING TO FUCKING HIP-HOP. I JUST SPENT 5 FUCKING HOURS WITH THE BITCH YOU WERE FUCKING THAT KEPT ME UP ALL FUCKING NIGHT. EXCUSE THE FUCKING SHIT OUT OF ME IF I WANT TO GO HOME AND FUCKING SLEEP, YOU STUPID FUCKING PRICK. EXCUSE THE FUCK OUT OF ME IF I'M TIRED. I DON'T WANT TO SLEEP HERE. I DON'T FUCKING KNOW THESE PEOPLE. I DON'T WANT TO DISTURB THEM. I JUST FUCKING WANT TO GO HOME.
I'm gratefull the bitch you fuck was willing to come all the way here, then to deleware to help me shop for clothes. YES. I AM GRATEFUL. EVEN THOUGH IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE YOU, MY MOM AND ME. NOT THE BITCH YOU FUCK FROM TIME OT TIME, HER DAUGTHER, HER DAUGHTER'S FRIEND, AND HER SEXUALLY HARASSING 8-YEAR-OLD, DAMN IT. But oh well. Things don't always go as planned. BUT DON'T FUCKING SAY YOU'RE GOING TO DO SOMETHING, SAY YOU'RE GOING TO BE UP IN 30 MIN, THEN GO TELL ME TO GET ON THE FUCKING COMPUTER BECAUSE YOU WANT TO SLEEP WITH SOME BITCH.
YEAH, DAD. SLEEP WITH HER EVEN THOUGH 2 FUCKING DAYS AGO YOU WERE BEGGING LIKE A FUCKING BITCH FOR MY MOM TO TAKE YOU BACK. SAYING THAT THE GIRL YOU'RE CURRENTLY WITH DIDN'T MEAN ANYTHING. ALL YOU DO IS USE PEOPLE FOR CRUTCHES, JUST FUCKING GIVE IT UP. SO, WITHOUT FURTHER ADO:
I FUCKING HATE YOU AND I HOPE YOU BURN, DIE, THEN BURN AGAIN FOREVER IN THE FIREY PITS OF HELL.
HAVE A NICE DAY.
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| Nyah~! |
[20 Aug 2003|11:17am] |
I went over my mommy's aprtment, yey! I went ther wearing my 3-inch Dominatrix Boots (TM) and a skirt. *nods* It was nice seeing her again, when I went to lie down on the bed, she noticed my boots and laughed. She said something about it not being 'fashionable' to wear boots in the summer, but I didn't really care. ^^ I made her watch The Nightmare Beofre Christmas, that movie rocks. Annnd... things went well. It would have been better if my dad didn't start talking ot his "friend", then ask my mom to get back to him. Oh! And his stupid questions like, "Have you heard from Aleshia?(My little sister)" when he KNOWS she doesn't have a phone.
Yaoi is my God.
BOW TO ME, WHORES! BOW TO ME!!
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| XO |
[19 Aug 2003|11:32am] |
Fuckers~!
Parents who bring squalling brats to R-rated movies
Circle I Limbo The Pope, Creationists
Circle II Whirling in a Dark & Stormy Wind Fuckers, Posers
Circle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail & Snow Stupid people, Overly judgmental people
Circle IV Rolling Weights My dad, Avril, Hipsters
Circle V Stuck in Mud, Mangled River Styx Qusay Hussein, People who can't spell
Circle VI Buried for Eternity River Phlegyas George Bush, Anyone who speaks Ebonic
Circle VII Burning Sands Uday Hussein
Circle IIX Immersed in Excrement Osama bin Laden, Saddam Hussein
Circle IX Frozen in Ice Design your own hell |
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