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You know what happened? I busted my ass with the essay. Then lesel's friend Mesha came here to type out something because he computer is acting up. Then it struck me, Our printer was out of black ink. And this miserable computer doesn't work if 1 cartridge is empty. Mind you, it uses 4. So, I had to get dressed...well, not really since I had came from the shower like 20 minutes before. So I put on my PJ top, a gray sweatpants, threw on my white hoodie and my black sweater with a pair of old blue timbs and mesha and I went to the other house with our work saved on a floppy disk.
...So, we got there or whatever, i put the disk in, and when time came to open the firle, the shit didn't wanna work! why? because this comuter has microsoft word, and the computer at the other house has microsoft works..so, we were assed out. Luckily, i came up with a solution, since we both needed our work for today. Solution for her - I'll send her work to her friend so she could print it out for her and she'll get it from her friend when they're going to school in the morning....My solution - I'll come back here, send the essay to myself and go back to the other house to print it out. I KNOW, I'M SO FUCKING SMART! rriight!
::sighs:: SO, i succeeded. Now, this morning, i'm sitting in my english class, and there was this ill roach that decided that it wanted to climb up on the wall right where i was sitting in the back row. I was behind this boy's back..he was sitting next to me. He tried to kill it, but the damn shit didn't want to die. So, it left. Then it came back, except it was behind me! I tried to kill it, but i couldn't get it. Then it just disappeared. I swore that shit was on me, but I was like "nah, it crawled into this little opening on the wall." Eh, guess i was right. Because it came back when i came back into the class (ha) and was crawling up the wall...untill this girl took her shoes off and smached it! aw, i feel sorry for it. Poor disgusting pest. I wish a lot of people were like roaches so i could squash their fucking asses...but hey, can't have everything my way, right?!
Eh. Why I left the class - I was sitting there or whatever, then My phone starts vibrating. Richard called me so i left the classroom to anSwer my phone. I hate him. I really do. He only has 1 class on fridays and it's from 8 - 8:40....I made the mistake of saying 8 to 8:50 and he goes "8:40 sweetie, don't you ever make that mistake in your life again." lol. I stood outside the class for about 15 minutes, talking to him.
Do you know, when i went back into the class, they were reading essays? AND UNFORTUNATELY/THANKFULLY, I DIDN'T GET TO READ MINE BECAUSE EITHER MY TEACHER HAD ALREAYD GOTTENT O THE BACKROW OR HE DIDN'T GET THERE YET.! I was sort of upset, but happy. upset that i busted my ass and i didn't get to read it and happy because i sort of didn't want to read it. But then again, it was probably my fault for not getting to read it if he had already gotten to the back row - after all, i did leave the class to answer my phone...and i did spend like 15 minutes on the phone. SMART MOVE, NISHA!
Yeah yeah. I know. Anyway, I didn't go to math today. Yet, I didn't go. First time. Richard - "You didn't want to cut classes in high school, and now you're doing it." - Hey, technically, i didn't CUT...PERSAY. I'm just tired sitting in that class from 10-12:45, learning stuff I already know..but then again, if i haden't failed that test by 1 fucking point, i wouldn't be in that class now would i? again, GREAT GOING RANISHA!
Instead, I just came home. well, not home exactly. I went to staples because my mother had told me to go buy the black ink. And guess what, she said for me to use my credit card. WOW! Fucking la de da! Now she wanted me to use it ----wouldn't let me use it anytime before, right? Shit, I bet this is the first and only time she'll allow me to use it. Eh, I'm not complaing. There's nothing that I really want..well, besides the fucking webcam that i fucking fuckity fuck fuck. OOPS! Excuse my french! Ah. Like I said, there's nothing that I want now..ehehe, well, that money can't buy anyways..get my drift? no? heeee, I'M A FUCKING VIRGIN FOR PETE'S SAKE! ok, wait, that has no relevance. But wait, I typed it out...if it had no relevance, why don't i just backspace? WHy? Because I'm me and just a fucking idiot! THATSSSSSSSSSSSSSS ME!
YEAH YEAH, I'm acting crazy/weird. I know. That's the way I hide my pain. Gotta be what everyone THINKS you are. gotta live up to their expectations. AFter all, they expect me to be cooky and giggly gaggly everytime.
Ok, I rather stop. Because I know I'm going to end up upsetting myself by the end of this long ass, nonsense of an entry.
ANyway, after i came from staples, i went to the hair dresser. Got my hair done. SO, it looks straight and pretty and permed-like (though it's not. And you know what else? My hair dresser cut it. AGAIN! And I object to it being done, but it has already been done so I'm not going to bitch about how it's even shorter than when she cut it like 1 month ago. Nope, I'm not going to bitch and moan. Just take it like a big girl!
WHATEVER! so, what else should I talk about? Hm..oh yeah, while i was on the bus going to get my hair done, I was talking to Richard again..
him - "yo, can I come to your house on Tuesday?"
me- "no"
him - "oh, for real?"
me - "nah, i'm just joking."
him - "no, forget you. you said no."
me - "no, i was just joking, you can come richard."
him - "ok. i want you to make me pancakes.
"oh, and can you make me 6 strips of bacon? and sausages?"
me - "sure richard, whatever you want."
Him - "how much pancakes can i have?"
me - "two."
him - "oh you mean. why can't i have 3?"
me - "fine, you can have 3."
him - "no, i want four"
me - "sure richard, whatever you want."
hahaha. sorry. I know, i have no live and I'm boring. That's me....not to mention my restraints. I'll only type out that part of the convo because the rest was about him asking me if my father was oging to be home and suppose he comes home and fines him there and blah blah blah. Eh, if that happens...meaning, IF richard does come here and my father happens to come home (which is HIGHLY unlikely), he won't say anything. Why? Because Anisha's babysitter will be here. SO...yep. And that's it. I'm done.
MY BACK IS KILLING ME. I've had these reoccuring back pains for about 3 years now. I complain about them, and no one listens. So, I stop. I even gave myself a diagnosis. I figure they happen because I'm always stressed out. ...Stephen even told me that I should get it checked out, but my parents are to unconcerned to even pay little ole' me any attention. so, I don't get in their way. I just deal with it.
So..................In a nutshell, this was my non-exciting day. I'm going to go take a nap now..I went to bed late night...or rather, early this morning because as usual, Anisha wanted to keep me up and let everyone else go to bed. So. Off I go. I'll be back on to comment.
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