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And I said,
It's all calypso.
But it's not easy to know.
You walk around with your shoulders down frowning,
But it's not easy to know.
It's just a tango.
But it's not easy, you know.
I walk around with my horns out now,
But it's not easy to know.
Another day, another entry. As time continues to go by, I'm starting to wonder... who am I? No, not 'hey I'm Katie', more of a 'what am I doing here on earth'. Ever think about that? I drive to school on the highway everyday and look into the car parked next to me at a stop light. That person is thinking about their own problems, what they need to get done for work, and lead a completely differant life. That one person has a family, a mother and father, and just as many problems as me. And then I turn around and notice the 4892374827 other cars in the highway (aka. parking lot), and it's like, 'It wouldn't matter if any of us were here'. What am I doing with my life that is anything differant than every one of you people? I'm not unique in any way! I mean sure, I'm crazy, probably insane, and have some serious mental issues...friends of my own, ext. But Just like everyone else, I'm trying to get into college so that I can get a good job, raise a family and provide for them, and live out my life working for some company. Sad, but inevitable. I wish I was one of those people that had the balls to say ' hey! This is my life, and I'm not going to waste it following the plan that was made for me before I was even old enough to think for myself'.... and then go do whatever it is I wanted to do. But no, I'm not doing ANY of that. None of us are. I never thought that my life isn't making a differance to anyone in this world except for me and my small group of friends until recently. I do the same thing every day. Get up, go to school, come home, write in this journal, and go to play practice. So, in conclusion... I want to start figuring out for MYSELF what It is I want to do in life, and act on it. Becuase the last thing I want to be is my fucking mother.
So, Annnyways. how's it going?? Today, was, despite my paragraph above, pretty fun! I got to school in the worst of moods, and coped with Nadia because she had a bad night last night, too. But, then, out of nowhere... comes ROBERT OTTO into my homeroom and hands me a pair of drumbsticks. Go ahead, make fun of me for carrying them around... THEN GO FUCK YOURSELF. I make my own form of entertainment, thank you very much and I dont care if its pounding on you people's heads with wooden dildos! gracias. *sneeze* That was fun, I think he brought them becuase I was fascinated with his yesterday morning. What a nice kid. Then, off to Human Bio. WICKED FUNNY. We took notes for about 15 minutes and then she starts describing this in-class project.
Now, I want you to imagine. Big, tall, thick, white sheets of paper... on the floor... with me on top of it. Being traced by Johnny. Not sexually, perv! We had to trace the smaller person, and then draw all the bones inside of the traced figure. He's tracing away, right, and then he comes to the bottom of my foot, closer and closer and closer to my cooter. I was forced to say (before he got there offcourse) "stay away from my vag with that pencil, Johnny!" Good times. We only finished the head becuase we were mocking mike the whole time. ....Onne timmme, In P- townnn.... riight.
Now it was off to History. I didn't OPEN a book last night becuase of the game and whatnot. There was a quiz, on which I got an 88.
At lunch, Allison, Mike and Johnny came down to the bleachers with me to eat. It was really nice out today. First time in forever we didn't need a coat. So we're eating, blah blah... and then Mike's like..."Katie, yo Katie, hook it up with a cigarette". I abliged and there Mike is, sitting RIGHT on the ground in front of the bleachers smoking a cigarette. Inspirational, Michael, really. *imagines you sitting there fanning smoke away, as if it would make a differance* Sha.
So, as I said, that was inspiring. Ms. Gannon's class is composed of sitting and watching a movie, or listening to her opinions on gay rights. Today, we went the extra mile and walked outside. She told us to think about our lives in silence for a half hour to fourty minutes, ANYwhere we want on the property. Soo, my little punk ass decides that this is the perfect opportunity. I went down to the soccer field and Bridget showed Tyler and I a path where Ganon couldn't see us. She even watched out for us. -squeezes her- Thanks, Bridge. Yeah, and we smoked in there. Very relaxing, really, Ms. G... good class today!
I hope this weekend is fun. As far as I know my grades are doing relatively well, so I'm not too worried about progress reports. My mom said If I did badly on them I'd be fucked, but I don't think that'll be an issue. Friday, I'm either hanging out with Katie MC or Sam F. Then Saturday, My grandparents from Maine are coming to celebrate my birthday and my grandmother sure as hell wants to give me some crafts she made as gifts. -sighs- Go back to Maine, I don't want you here. You hate me, I hate you... lets keep this shit simple. I wanna go over Allisons later. But! but, yes theres a but. I need a ride. Nads might be going out with Jax and Quinmeister -is sad, needs her weekend dose of Modia-. Johnny.... Post one if you can give me a ride over there? Much love.
Sooo long, and have a Great, great timmme.
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