it sucks when you know what you were put on this earth to do but you have so many things holding you back. it really just sucks.
Why am i the only one not freaking out about a child molester(Michael Jackson) that died? yes his music was AMAZING and his dancing was too, and YES i know eh was teh pricne of pop. For sure i agree 100%. But he was messed up in the head and a child molester is a very bad, rotten person, i don’t care who you are or were. I feel for his family, but i’m happy for all teh 8 and 9 eyar old boys, honestly. I hate what he did, but i do love his music, but i’m not going crazy ‘cause he died. big freaking whoop. Farrah Fawcett, on the other hand, was a very sad loss. R.I.P to her. Miai was amazing with my family <3 Angelina has to be the most beautiful baby ever. UGH. So cute! sigh. i need to effing lose more weight. i’d like a negative 20 pound please. good bye food :/ lame. but i gotta do what i must to make myself happy. yeah.
i can finally tell her and get it off of my back. the waster-polo banquet was ridic. BYE
Can someone please tell me how the hell i’m supposed to tell someone who is the closest thing i have to a best friend, that her boyfriend of a year and some has cheated on her twice, with another guy? when that other guy is MY FRIEND AS WELL, and i would be ruining his effing life, her life, and her BFs life. WHAT THE HELL. Why did he have to tell me!? i DID not want to know, i really wish i could jump into the world of Harry Potter and have my memory magically erased because OBVIOUSLY i must tell her, and not let her waste another precious moment on that scum bag, but why me?! WHY ME,what the fuck do i do? I never asked him to tell me, he just blurted it out and its been eating me up inside. Everytime i look at her i want to burst into tears, this is going to demolish her. And it happened so long ago, but i just found out like last week. I don’t want to tell her, i want either her BF or the ‘other’ guy to tell her. I WAS NOT THERE. I don’t know what the hell happened, or how many times, or why, or what was going through their minds, WHY IS IT MY JOB? I love her and can’t stand to see such a good person lvie a lie. I can’t let her. But i also don’t want to be the one to break the news. Or explain. Because all i know is that it was more than once and over the line, completely. And that she doesn’t deserve it in the slightest. what. the fuck. do i do. Of all people, why do i have to make this decision. If I say nothing, everything is perfectly fine but a perfect lie. and if i say something, three people, at the least’s lives will be utterly RUINED. But telling her is what is right. FUCK.
My job gets more frustrating by the minute. I have to but screaming bulls from froots tomorrow for my boss and supervisor so that i don’t get a write up. They said they wanted to teach me professionalism, because i was late, thinking i worked at 5 instead of 4. They’re teaching me professionalism by bribing me. GO FIGURE. Stupid company. A freaking AP psychologhy book fell on me. I get severe headaches everyday, now. I just want to help this person who is on the verge of killing themself, finals are annoying, and my hamster, Chub, is at the moment trying to escape. CHUBBBBBBBBB. stop it. Well anywho, i need a shower and sleep. One of these days i’ll go in-depth. The misfortune of my days might actually entertain some of you.
I really, really like this much more than anyother blogging website-ish phenomena. I’m feeling Johnny Depp-y today. IS HE NOT ABSOLUTELY AMAZING? He makes rainy days like this better. Movie-wise, looks-wise, thought-wise. Any who, today is such a waste of neurons. Ms.Clark guilted me into doing a ridiculous play in which everyone is going to look, well, ridiculous. I AM TIRED. This year has worn me to the T-cell and I have only a bit left to offer. My energy tank is at an all-time-low. That band makes my stomach happy :) So, rehearsal today, Joe’s game if it stops raining, and forced religious views down my throat! Gosh, i love my mother , but i’ll be shitcanned if she does not stop forcing me to go to that stupid place! Eirfnaw= sound of an angry/frustrated/what ever i’m feeling, Giraffee. The bells about to ring, so, i’m off ‘til later.
*sigh*
