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SPRING IS HERE. SPRING IS HERE. LIFE IS SKITTLES AND LIFE IS BEER. I THINK THE LOVELIEST TIME OF THE YEAR IS THE SPRING. I DO. DON'T YOU? 'COURSE YUH DO.
Now, the question you've probably got for me is why I'm singing about someone (an obviously drunk, or atleast rather disturbed someone) who poisons pigeons in the park in order to get their kicks. Especially seeing as I'm a hippie; you must think that's rather self-contradictory.
WELL IT'S NOT. SO FUCK YOU.
You see, I just don't really understand why my mother would do such a terrible thing to me as telling me I could make the decision as to whether or not I wanted braces. That's just awful. Cuz, I mean, now who am I going to have to blame for this unbelievable pain I'm going to have to undergo in order to better straighten what I've already been told are my rather straight teeth.
AND FUCK, IF I DON'T HAVE ANYONE TO BLAME, THEN WHAT AM I GOING TO DO? BECAUSE THEY HURT LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER.
...sorry about that.
Being in pain and be relatively unable to set one's jaws together or move them makes spacers sound really terrible. I mean, I'm sure spacers are really great if you don't have them. Fuck you, Dr. Gere. FUCK YOU.
The pain is supposed to go away after a day or so.
It better. Cuz otherwise I think I might kill somebody.
So, how was your day? Mine was poop. I finally got responsible about my achedemic standards and spent the whole day trying to find my lost-since-Friday chemistry book and was then given a hard time about it when I couldn't and thus went to check out a different one. It was awful. ♥
I was also pretty mad that I didn't get to paint my comp book today in art because Alena and Brittni took too fucking long, the stupid whores. But then, I did get the shading piece done...even if it is rather small. (I brought a small object, what do you want from me?)
We'd better present that History thing tomorrow. Do you know how many group projects I've got going on right now? Stupid fucking English teacher. Jesus Christ. And I think she hates me too. IT SUCKS.
I really hope Will stops being a molesting asshole, while seemingly unaware that he is being as such and backs the fuck off. It would just make things...alot simpler. You know...? And it would help me not feel so bad about not being there to help Sam out in a time of need. I mean. Seriously, now. How many times does she actually want my help...? I suck at life for not being around. Like. Really truly suck.
I did get Scarlett home though.
That made me feel good on the inside.
...
I'm not sure quite what to do with myself.
Maybe I should just go to sleep. And like.
Not wake up.
For a while.
(Maybe...I don't know. Twenty years or so.)
