my stomach has been biting at me, making me twitch in pain. How can I be this hungry at only fourth period? Okay, so I skipped breakfast today, but most days I do that; at least the next class before lunch is Biology Honors. Speaking of which, I should probably be studying. Reproductive organ systems! Joy! She doesn't know how to teach! I swear, if I fail this test, Im going to cry. Anatomy is my number one damn subject and her packets are made for freaking sixth graders. They're not Regents level.
Ugh. Regents. That word that is like a powerdrill to my brain. Alegbra can definitely suck it because I'm NEVER GOING TO USE IT! This is boring me right now so I shall continue my other story. Not like this is an important story. It's only my life.
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Why is it so hot? I can almost feel myself melting in the Library; fortunately, though, the fan is blowing directly on my face.
A full hour and a half I have free. It's only Tuesday and I'm already sick of this week. Towards the end of second period I was beginning to feel sick because I didn't eat breakfast, only a blueberry Special K bar. Those things should not be mass produced. They're a sticky mess. If my friends from Regis read that last sentence, I'd get a flood of "That's What She Said!". I love them very, very much. I miss them a lot, too. I feel like I haven't seen them in years when really I saw them two weeks ago.
I can't believe I haven't seen Justin in two weeks. This past week I really could've used him. Between my mom finding out what I did/do and this unbearable feeling of loneliness, I really wish I were with him. I dream that I sleep in his arms. that he's holding me in the night when it's too cold to sleep alone. Wishing to sleep with someone and wishing to have sex with someone are two TOTALLY different things; if only parents would understand that...
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Algebra can die.
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I. Hate. French.
And I love how Sydney's right here next to us and somehow, miraculously, not getting in massive amounts of trouble by Mrs. C...And Fiona asked if I smell...
Honestly, I have no idea how I met them and why they're so insane, but I love them nonetheless! Fiona knows where I live so she threatened me. I have to admit, it's a bit awkward having them read my thoughts as I type it. They're commenting on everything I write! Pyschos!
If I hear "Imagine" on piano ONE MORE TIME, I swear whoever was playing that is so going to get it. Guarunteed it's Kat. She's persuaded Mr. S to let only her into the piano rooms after they were shut down for two girls caught drinking in them. I miss Kiwi and Ashley, but I think she should have had better judgement.
I saw Mike this morning, a friend from a couple years ago who goes to school not far from mine. He ran across the street to catch up with me (I had my headphones on. i think I was listening to Blue October, but I could be wrong) and tapped me on the shoulder. What I couldn't believe was that when I turned to see who touched me, I saw Mike with band-aids covering parts of his face and two pieces of gauze wrapped around his
Ugh. Regents. That word that is like a powerdrill to my brain. Alegbra can definitely suck it because I'm NEVER GOING TO USE IT! This is boring me right now so I shall continue my other story. Not like this is an important story. It's only my life.
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Why is it so hot? I can almost feel myself melting in the Library; fortunately, though, the fan is blowing directly on my face.
A full hour and a half I have free. It's only Tuesday and I'm already sick of this week. Towards the end of second period I was beginning to feel sick because I didn't eat breakfast, only a blueberry Special K bar. Those things should not be mass produced. They're a sticky mess. If my friends from Regis read that last sentence, I'd get a flood of "That's What She Said!". I love them very, very much. I miss them a lot, too. I feel like I haven't seen them in years when really I saw them two weeks ago.
I can't believe I haven't seen Justin in two weeks. This past week I really could've used him. Between my mom finding out what I did/do and this unbearable feeling of loneliness, I really wish I were with him. I dream that I sleep in his arms. that he's holding me in the night when it's too cold to sleep alone. Wishing to sleep with someone and wishing to have sex with someone are two TOTALLY different things; if only parents would understand that...
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Algebra can die.
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I. Hate. French.
And I love how Sydney's right here next to us and somehow, miraculously, not getting in massive amounts of trouble by Mrs. C...And Fiona asked if I smell...
Honestly, I have no idea how I met them and why they're so insane, but I love them nonetheless! Fiona knows where I live so she threatened me. I have to admit, it's a bit awkward having them read my thoughts as I type it. They're commenting on everything I write! Pyschos!
If I hear "Imagine" on piano ONE MORE TIME, I swear whoever was playing that is so going to get it. Guarunteed it's Kat. She's persuaded Mr. S to let only her into the piano rooms after they were shut down for two girls caught drinking in them. I miss Kiwi and Ashley, but I think she should have had better judgement.
I saw Mike this morning, a friend from a couple years ago who goes to school not far from mine. He ran across the street to catch up with me (I had my headphones on. i think I was listening to Blue October, but I could be wrong) and tapped me on the shoulder. What I couldn't believe was that when I turned to see who touched me, I saw Mike with band-aids covering parts of his face and two pieces of gauze wrapped around his
