This is not a pipe.

Some people make their world whatever the hell sounds good to them. We're not in a fucking movie. Life isn't as dramatic as you make it--it's rather mundane, if I say so myself.

Two Weeks

I failed my driving test. Fuck this. Two fucking weeks.



What a load of bull.

Momentum

It's all going downhill and we're on a one way ticket.


Change is bad.

Staffers

ASDF nothing works anymore....

I am sick of incompetent staff writers. Nothing seems to get through they're small naive brains. I am sick of every time I give them constructive criticism, they cry or complain. Welcome to the world of journalism. Who said journalism was a fun easy-going world? It's cut-throat. I am so sick of babying. I have no time for this and now I have to write a copy and two modules. To top it off, I have no dominate for my volleyball spread; and the next two days I am having to spend nights romancing my history book and the Scarlet Letter. GAH! DOES ANYONE CARE?

The Fly

There is a fly in my room that is the size of a fucking cadillac escalade. It only seems to make noise when I am in deep thought. When I am running on my treadmill, there it is. While I am reading, there it is. WHEN I AM SLEEPING, THERE IT FUCKING IS! JFKDSJKSDLFJKLSDFJLKSD.
I want to sleep dammit! Fuck flies. Fuck each, individual, motherfucking maggot that will morph into a fly.



As you can tell, I am not a morning person. Well, a "have to wake up at one o' clock because of an obnoxious bug" person.

The Great Escape

I need to get out of Walnut. I hate living here so much. I hate everything about Walnut. It's filled with naive people who don't know what it is like to have a homeless man cuss you out for not saying bless you. People who don't know what drugs do to you. People who are attached to credit cards. Hell does not consist of minions, fire, and the traditional biblical description. Hell consists of track housing from the 70's and 80's, the village, mustangs, mercedes, and tutors. I can not stand this place. It is torture to make me live here.

Pool Party

I'm going to a pool party for three year olds today.

That means I am going to a party that is directed toward swimming, to a demographic of people that hate the water with a passion.

I don't get it.

Naive Melody

I was lacking the ability to shut up today.

I tend to do that when I am anxious.

The only thing I will be able to remember from people of the class of 2009:

"Don't step on my shoes, I just bought them at the dunk exchange for 300 dollars"

Little Children

I feel pathetic when a 7th grader gets double the comments on myspace than I get. Than again I pity people who get double the comments on myspace than I get. And it disturbs me when I see their names and it's things like "Victoria is SOOOO much sexier than Emily"and are flashing gang signs and slutting it up at Medieval Times. Were we this naive in middle school? Probably.


I also saw a sixth grader walking home from school talking on a RAZR.


I didn't have a phone until eighth grade. And Saturday I just got a new phone that is RAZR-like.

This weekend I have been listening to a lot of Pink Floyd. Weird.

"How I wish, how I wish you were here, We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year"

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ASDF

Asdf.

So much is going on in my head now.

I realized it will soon be time for org tryouts and I am seriously scared about it. I really want to make PC but I have high doubts in a way. Oh well.

Sometimes I feel like I am an animal and someone puts a collar on me and then puts in the collar a twig with a string attached with some food on it. It feels that no matter how hard I work, I will never seem to reach that "A", or that promotion, or that acceptance to PC, or whatever it may be. I seriously try harder than most of the kids in my Chem class yet I get C's and B's on tests. Sometimes I wish grades were based on effort. Better yet, I wish grades didn't exist. Then maybe a student would actually want to learn a damn thing in there life. But putting this pressure on a student is ridiculous. It doesn't help for the future at all, and even if; it doesn't matter about what you know just who know. Think about anyone who is famous. They had connections not good grades. Ugh. I am going to start my Julius Caesar paragraph that even though I will probably work 3 hours on I will only get at most a B-.