|The life of a teenage rock star.
||[05 Sep 2003|10:20pm]
I'm in a bitter mood. All I seem to come up with is sneery remarks. I felt like this when I quit smoking... I really want a cigarette right now. I really do! *sighs*
School today was... school? I don't even remember the whole day. Let's see if I can recap.
Spare: Did my math homework. Listened to really loud Nittle Grasper and wished I was anywhere but the cafe... sat and hated the guy on the other side of the cafe.
In between Spare and Jap: On my way back to my locker, a local ass thought it would be funny if he grabbed the strap of my thong and snapped it. This resorted in him -breaking- it. Thank god for the safety pinks in my locker. Eurgh... so so so much hate!
Jap: Did... ooo nothing? Literally all we did was sit there and talk about the Jesus Paper and that was just my table.
Lunch: I honestly can not tell you what happened because I don't remember.
Math: Fought with a graphing calculator... hated y=mx+b... yup.
Socials: Spent the whole class talking to Matt and Jackie. Jackie says I need a boyfriend... I told her to fuck off. She says I'll be more happy and bleh... Why don't I see that happening. I'm not meant to be in relationships, then never work out for the best. Maybe that's what I'm so bitter about.
I feel like Yuki Eiri right now *huggles plushie* I want to feel like Ryuichi... my Ryuichi. *sniff* Maybe I'll write violent romance novels too...
(Note to subject line: From the age of 7 to the age of 13 I wanted to be a singer. That dream quickly died when I got smacked with reality.)