Alright, so I haven't posted in a while. Don't worry I have some pretty cool reasons why. Well, first there's the letter that doesn't like to work, mt sister ate food at her computer, and got a crumb under the "g". Now it only works sometimes.
In sadder news, my gram's dog died, my sister woke me up at eleven o'clock p.m, crying her eyes out over the dog and, asked me for a hug. Then after saying sorry, about two hundred times, I tryed to get back to sleep. No luck. Tomorrow, I'm going to the Holocaust museum, heard it was boring, but I kinda wanna go. My dad's complaining about my grades again, and making my go to conferences. That means I get to space out well my dad and creepy science teacher talk about my future. Sounds interesting, right?

Yay, no one's home! Now I get to do whatever I want, like watch porn, have crazy parties, Run around naked, and have uber loud music, so all the creepy old people come over and start yelling at me! Ick! The guy that lives across the steet from me is creepy! Creepier then my sister when she gets up in the morning. (I kid, Joo don't eat me). And, mind you, I live in a trailer park. So, anyway, I forgot what I was saying.



Today, I actually close to being happy, me and my brother were making fun of people on the bus. My brother (Pudge-chan) is amazing, we made fun of some random kids who are really stupid people. Then one guy said, "he said you were emo," so I grinned and said, "that's okay atleast I'm not abnoxious, like you." So in other words, they got their ass chewed out, by a girl.

Okay, I don't mean to sound like every other person on this hellish planet, but I need new music. Mine's getting old. The 600 and some songs are getting old, any ideas?

So, in other news I don't think my history teachers gonna kill me (well, for the time being). She actually said something nice to me... And I think she ment it! Is it posible for a teacher (or person, what have you) hate you for no reason, just outta the blue start attacking you with a random sharp object? Like, friday some prep put a gummy bear down my sweat shirt. I didn't even do anything! (yeah, okay, not a random sharp object, shut up.) Oh, and people through stuff at me and my friends at lunch, because we don't fit in and refuse give in to the stupid cheerleaders, who make my I.Q. (which I DO have!) go down, just by hearing them talk.