| Current mood: |  envious |
| Current music: | noise ratchet: away to the heart |
everybody's doing the fish. yeah yeah yeah.
it's time to update this shiz for rizzle.
i just realized that easter is coming up. i don't want to go to my dad's house. i don't want to tell him that i'm a vegetarian. i know he wouldn't accept it. he's like the fucking ted nugent of fayette county. he understood the whole "i can't really eat anything besides chicken because it makes me sick." ordeal, but this is just like.. cutting everything out. i don't know. i just need to suck it up.
i'm so sick of fayette county. i hate the people here. i can basically count my friends on one hand. i've been talking to all of these kids online, and they are all so incredibly amazing. i want people like that around here. i just want to get away from this hellstricken town, infested with stupidity.
i hate the kids at AG as well. i was walking back from the art room one day and some kid had the nerve to compliment me.
some random kid in the hall: you're shirt is really cool
kid: i'm being serious
me: fuck off *keep walking*
i was wearing my red rancid shirt. i'm sorry. i don't like rancid quite as much as i did before. they've somewhat sold out. i still like them though. BUT if you didn't know them at least two years ago, you don't have permission to compliment my shirt, fucker.
whatever. i'm just not in that good of a mood.
i'm getting even more sick.
i wish it would just go away already.
fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
love me. love you.
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