March 11th, 2009

Dear diary,

Things Fall Apart in-class essay today. I hate the book, and I haven’t read a page! I should be able to get by though.

The best part abut going to CSG is getting to  have teachers who are also human. It’s not like elementary school or middle school, where teachers are simply illustrated as these immovable powers, because that’s not how they are. My teachers are actually my friends, and when I dsappoint them, I disappoint myself even more.

Dicksorne is a cute couple. I mean, they have the ability to make any school function the most awkward situation ever. Don’t ask me why, but I see Ms. Dickman retiring in a few years to become a full time mom, just like Ms. McGuire.

I have Lily Allen’s “the fear” stuck in my head. I think it may just be the soundtrack of my future, because I am going to make my life fantastic.

I just found God on the corner of Livingston and Alum Creek. There’s a lime green sign with “God” written on it, so I though I could make a joke in relation to “You Found Me” by The Fray.

It’s been an okay day. I actually won some Jack’s Mannequin & Matt Nathanson tickets from WNCI! I lied about the year I was born though, and that makes me nervous as hell, but I’ll be okay!

So, I think I’ve figured out their problem with me. They call me a bitch because they ignore me, I get angry, and, yet, I don’t say anything about it because I’m too used to being ignored by them. then, whenever I step out of line, whenever I do something wrong, they’re there to zap me like an electrical fence for a dog because they think I’m just salty when they’re the cause of my madness. They don’t see how much they hurt me because I can’t find the happiness and joy in coarse rock music and because I’m tired of being a lazy slug; I want to make myself useful, and I’m doing so. If that means I have to lose them, then so be it because I need to make some good ch-ch-ch-ch-changes.

Well, it’s not 6:51 AM on the 12th of March in 2009, so I’ll be going!

Dear diary,

Things Fall Apart in-class essay today. I hate the book, and I haven’t read a page! I should be able to get by though.

The best part abut going to *** is getting to  have teachers who are also human. It’s not like elementary school or middle school, where teachers are simply illustrated as these immovable powers, because that’s not how they are. My teachers are actually my friends, and when I dsappoint them, I disappoint myself even more.

D******** is a cute couple. I mean, they have the ability to make any school function the most awkward situation ever. Don’t ask me why, but I see Ms. D******* retiring in a few years to become a full time mom, just like Ms. M*******.

I have Lily Allen’s “the fear” stuck in my head. I think it may just be the soundtrack of my future, because I am going to make my life fantastic.

I just found God on the corner of Livingston and Alum Creek. There’s a lime green sign with “God” written on it, so I though I could make a joke in relation to “You Found Me” by The Fray.

It’s been an okay day. I actually won some Jack’s Mannequin & Matt Nathanson tickets from ****! I lied about the year I was born though, and that makes me nervous as hell, but I’ll be okay!

So, I think I’ve figured out their problem with me. They call me a bitch because they ignore me, I get angry [and do something stupid, usually involving the internet (do something crazy, do something crazy, do something crazy, do something crazy! Freshmen, freshmen, freshmen, freshmen! Damn you, Asher Roth)], and, yet, I don’t say anything about it because I’m too used to being ignored by them. Then, whenever I step out of line, whenever I do something wrong, they’re there to zap me like an electrical fence for a dog because they think I’m just salty when they’re the cause of my madness. But I’m starting to take solace in the fact that I’m ready to let go of them, and let go of all of that old bull shit; I want to get rid of some of this unnecessary baggage in my life. If that means I have to lose them, then so be it because I need to make some good ch-ch-ch-ch-changes.

Well, it’s now 6:51 AM on the 12th of March in 2009, so I’ll be going!