School is Fucking...
Journal Entry: Wed Aug 27, 2008, 2:44 AM
Awesome! I loved it. Totally totally loved it. I had this big journal written out about everything I wanted to say but then Devart fucked up so give me a minute to try and redo it to the best of my ability. I'll start with giving you guys my schedule.
01 World History 9H
02 Physics 9H
03 Theatre I
- I have A Lunch -
04 Health HS
05 English LA 9H
06 Algrebra I
07 Creative Writing I
Okay, the only teachers I don't like are Mr. Arvon who teaches Health and Mr. Kraft who teaches math. They aren't assholes or anything, I just find them both nauseatingly boring. Ms. Nelson, my creative writing teacher, is cool. I like her. Mrs. Rantanen the english teacher is frigging awesome. She gave homework on Day 1 but I finished it before class ended. ^^ She had my brother a while back. Mr. Ryan is my Theatre teacher aaand... I don't want to say that he's Gay because I don't know that he is but my dad and I, after I told him about Mr. Ryan, we got a giggle out of reffering to him as "fully animated" and he IS. He might not be gay but he's sure as hell not the most masculine man in the world. Mr. Arndt is the most awesomest Physics teacher on the fucking planet. He had a Monty Python and the Holy Grail poster on his wall. I loved him instantly. Mr. Harman, he's not so bad. He's my World history teacher. He could suck more but for someone who's at least 50, he's not that bad. Most old teachers are cranky alot.
Oh! The only sucky part was lunch. Mr. Walker is in charge of security at school, and he was barking and yelling at kids about where to sit at lunch... They're sitting high schoolers... >< First day. FIRST. FUCKING. DAY. and he's yelling. I hate him already. He pisses me off. I get the feeling that one day he's gonna cross me and I will make a very subtle and clear message that will cut him to ribbons. I'll get in trouble. But I won't care. Fucker needs to die.
Mr. Loseano - spelled it wrong, I know I did. - is the cop they have at my High School. He's a friend of my mother's who is a 911 dispatcher. ^^ I asked reeeally nicely and he gave me money for the soda machine. ^^ I luvvle him, he's great. He's so nice and every time he would see me in the hall, he'd mess up my hair. Not like I cared. My hair is short. I just had to shake it a bit and it was good again. xDD
- Mood:
Cheerful - Listening to: Los Lonely Boys - How Far is Heaven?
- Reading: The Hangman's Noose
- Drinking: Sprite
Devious Comments
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To wake up in the morning is nothing like waking up when you werent asleep.
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When you go to bed a teenager and wake up feeling years older, you know you crossed a bridge in your life. The problem is getting past the hangover to remember the bridge.
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Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Enter my contests!
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"If you feel so filthy, so dirty, so fucked up,
If you feel so walked on, so painful, so pissed off.
You're not the only one, refusing to go down.
You're not the only one so get up...
Lets start a riot! Riot!
Lets start a riot! Riot..." -3DG-Riot
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Most women look for a knight in shining armor, I'm looking for a werewolf.
The last flicker of daylight calls to me, but yet into the darkness I walk.
.K.
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"If you feel so filthy, so dirty, so fucked up,
If you feel so walked on, so painful, so pissed off.
You're not the only one, refusing to go down.
You're not the only one so get up...
Lets start a riot! Riot!
Lets start a riot! Riot..." -3DG-Riot
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Most women look for a knight in shining armor, I'm looking for a werewolf.
The last flicker of daylight calls to me, but yet into the darkness I walk.
.K.
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"People say there\'s a reason for everything that happens. When do I get to know the reason? When am I told why these horrible things happen to me? How much longer?" -Delilah Hunt, The Snakes Court by B.Kennedy [me]
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Most women look for a knight in shining armor, I'm looking for a werewolf.
The last flicker of daylight calls to me, but yet into the darkness I walk.
.K.
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Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Enter my contests!
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Why does the color of my coffee match your eyes?
Why do I see you when a stranger passes by?
I swear I hear you in the whisper of the wind.
I feel you when the sun is dancin' on my skin...
Why? Why are you everywhere?
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Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Enter my contests!
--
Why does the color of my coffee match your eyes?
Why do I see you when a stranger passes by?
I swear I hear you in the whisper of the wind.
I feel you when the sun is dancin' on my skin...
Why? Why are you everywhere?
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Why does the color of my coffee match your eyes?
Why do I see you when a stranger passes by?
I swear I hear you in the whisper of the wind.
I feel you when the sun is dancin' on my skin...
Why? Why are you everywhere?
--
Why does the color of my coffee match your eyes?
Why do I see you when a stranger passes by?
I swear I hear you in the whisper of the wind.
I feel you when the sun is dancin' on my skin...
Why? Why are you everywhere?
--
Why does the color of my coffee match your eyes?
Why do I see you when a stranger passes by?
I swear I hear you in the whisper of the wind.
I feel you when the sun is dancin' on my skin...
Why? Why are you everywhere?
--
Why does the color of my coffee match your eyes?
Why do I see you when a stranger passes by?
I swear I hear you in the whisper of the wind.
I feel you when the sun is dancin' on my skin...
Why? Why are you everywhere?
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Three signs your addicted to Huskies:
1)You remove the carpet in your house because it's just easier
2)You watch with envy while your dog gets HIS back adjusted at the chiropractor
3)You're concerned that Christmas will interfere with your racing dates
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Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Enter my contests!
--
Most women look for a knight in shining armor, I'm looking for a werewolf.
The last flicker of daylight calls to me, but yet into the darkness I walk.
.K.
--
Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Enter my contests!
--
Cute: Anything that will kill YOU in a very nasty way!
As long as it's in the blast radius of a 100kt nuke, it's close.
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Why does the color of my coffee match your eyes?
Why do I see you when a stranger passes by?
I swear I hear you in the whisper of the wind.
I feel you when the sun is dancin' on my skin...
Why? Why are you everywhere?
But I'll check out the contest
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Why does the color of my coffee match your eyes?
Why do I see you when a stranger passes by?
I swear I hear you in the whisper of the wind.
I feel you when the sun is dancin' on my skin...
Why? Why are you everywhere?
--
Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Enter my contests!
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