Mood:
(Bored)My family managed to actually get through thanksgiving without anyone getting the cops called, like last year. It's really fuckin' awkward to sit in a room where absolutely everyone hates eachother, except for you. It's weird, because it's usually the other way around completely for me. Strange. I hate family holidays, because I don't really have a functioning family to hang out with. I guess I can settle on just being the kid that everyone in my family runs to to bitch about one another. That way though, I know how everyone is, and I know alot of dirt on alot of people.
The christians in this god forsaken place have really gotten under my skin, appart from them actually stopping me and talking to me about my religious choices, they've even dropped down so low as to CALL MY HOUSE. People! PLEASE. I'm not coming to your cult like god forsaken church picknicks, I'm not going to wear crosses and pray to a pretend thing up in the clouds. I'm sorry, no that dosn't make me a bad person, that makes me intelligent to make my own un-brainwashed choices. RESPECT THEM, AND I WILL RESPECT YOURS.
Well, school is actually not that bad. I'm happy to say that I'm actually working on not sucking in school, I'm hopeing be sucessful, I don't really know. Whatever though. I hope to god I pass them all so I can finley get my beautiful car back, and not rely on Chelsea and Dexie to take me everywhere. Nonni got her licence the other day, so that means I'm the last one of all my friends to get her licence. I'm gay.
FAKE PEOPLE SUCK. GLORIA GORE IS NOT FAKE, THUS I LOVE THE BITCH TO DEATH. (Name was changed, because I don't wanna hear the Drama)
pukeforbreakfast: cuntface <3
Tam8poNPop8siclE: Hey, wanna suck a fart from my ass? <3<3 Hola. :-)
pukeforbreakfast: i lol'd
pukeforbreakfast: anything 4 u
Tam8poNPop8siclE: Awwz. True <3.
pukeforbreakfast: so like ****** is in a group home
pukeforbreakfast: lol
Tam8poNPop8siclE: Whyy?
pukeforbreakfast: i duno she couldnt take living with her parents anymore
Tam8poNPop8siclE: What did they do that was so horribly horrible?
pukeforbreakfast: i duno really
pukeforbreakfast: she didnt tell me alot except they bitched her out all the time
Tam8poNPop8siclE: Soo, you can go to a home for your parents bitching at you? Why the fuck ain't I in a home, my parents use to fucking hit me.
pukeforbreakfast: that too
pukeforbreakfast: i think maybe she was just bored with her life or something
Tam8poNPop8siclE: Hahah. "I thought about dying my hair, but to tell the truth, I wanted more, so I told the police that my parents hit me".
pukeforbreakfast: HAHAH
I love this bitch.
So, I'm hopelessly addicted to the energy drink NOS, I can't help it. Everyday before school you can see me in the store running to the drink isle. I can't function without it. I think that might become a problem. The shit has a WARNING on it for pregnant people, which is...well...fucking bad. I guess it's bad for you. But hell, so is everything else, includeing rideing in cars, computer screens, and going outside, so whatever.
Rumfelt has been weird lately, I'm not use to alot of shit with him right now, I really don't even want to talk to it. Me and him are on good terms, he's my friend.
I don't have the internet. I'm addicted to Myspace as of right now. My profile is set to private because of crazy asses looking at my profile, so you can't look at it unless you have a myspace, and I can look at your myspace and figure out who you are. I don't usually just add anyone, but lately I've been getting to lazy to sort through everyone, so whatever.
I've been spending so much time with my homies it's just unreal. Some fucked up shit happend one weekend that is still kind of scaring me, but I'm getting over it, and the guy that did it will at one point get his ass in trouble, so whatever. Karma is a bitch.
I love christmas, despite the first six letters, because it reminds me of my Daddy, my old house, and all the good shit about being a kid. I'm going to stay with Daddy for a little while too, so that adds to it.
My hair is getting really damn long and I love it. I'm starting to think about chopping it into a Mohawk, but I don't know. I'm going to try to dye the ends green and see what happens. I'm sick and tired of just plain black hair, yeah it looks nice, but it kind of pisses me off because I'm not a plain simple person, and it just....is plain and simple. I've never really had plain hair. I love the length, but I want it to be like, neon green.
Paul is moving down here next week, and I'm happy, someone to hang out with, yeah I'm sad that he has to move back to his god awful place, but on a more selfish note, I'm happy I have someone to play with. :Þ
I have to meet with my probation officer next Thursday, that shouldn't be too hard, I just really don't want to take the time to have a drug test, it's annoying and it gets on my damn nerves. I don't have an actual probation officer right now because the girl that was my probation officer, quit her job, so some Temp is coming to meet with me. I know next time I'll get drug tested because he said the officer would be there. I don't like that. I swear, it's just really uncomfortable and weird. I'm starting to wonder if they can even tell if you've had sex from those things, because he keeps asking me who I'm seeing and shit. Maybe he just wants to know because he dosn't want me to be "hanging out with the wrong crowd". I'm on probation for god sakes, I think that he should be worrying about the other person, not that I'm actually a threat or a bad person, that just makes more sence to me. Alright, yeah. I'm babbleing.
MY LOVE LIFE = COOL. End of subject.
I'm getting some money back from a lawsuit that was pushed on Paxil. Apparently the drug makes teens and kids kill themselves after an extended amount of time on it. I was on it for 4 years, so that's not very great to find out. So yeah, I'm going to be getting a money order in the mail from some big lawsuit aginst the company. Antidepressants = Bad shit. I have to take them though, because part of my court order is to go to a psychologist and get my medication evaluated. I tryed to lie my way into not takeing them anymore, but mom told them how much of a bitch I was at home, so they put me on something stronger. Great. Pretty soon I'll just be the girl in Tie Die waveing around a peace sign and just smileing alot. *shivers* Jesus god, hippie, kill me now.
One last thing: My entries suck, I know, but don't read them if you think so. :)
Fuck you.
<3 Bye.