MF's

Everyone's just so fake. Most of the guys in our grade, asses, losers, or followers. Trying to be fun, thinking that everyone loves them. and if you ever even try to tell them that, they are suddenly the most righteous people in the world. bite me. What's with trying to be emo? And quit asking me for homework answers!

We had to do this assignment essay thing, what is our responsibility as a human. So I put contributing to the betterment of people. But how can you help these fakers? Why would you want to? It's like everyone's headed for death anyway. You lived your life. And then there was that saturday school thing, they were talking about the song "Human" by the Killers (love em). So that's what they meant by dancers. People who just dance through life. What's the point in living.

Fuhgettaboutit. More on asian parents. Shut the hell up. But I can't say that to their faces, because they're the parent! My mom, sooo racist. Not very moral either. It's a good thing I don't listen to her, or I would be a bitch who doesn't care about anything. I left the garage open once, so today after I skateboarded (horribly, of course) she started freaking.

"DID YOU LEAVE IT OPEN!?"
"No. (shut up!)"
"ARE YOU SURE?!"
"It's closed. (shut up!)"
"ITD BETTER BE CLOSED. Some mexican man will come in, steal our stuff and kill us!"
(Jeezes Christ, racist!)
"He'll rape both of us!"(-_-) "I was walking and this little boy, about the age of your sister (teen) was asking for money. He was really hungry!"
"So did you give him money?"
"No!!! What if he took my wallet!?"
~ Now you tell me, what was the point of this story? How does it relate AT ALL to the garage? Was he even mexican?! I find it hard to believe my mom came from poverty in vietnam.

City- Hollywood Undead, just came on my ipod. Good song. "Let's watch this city burn..."

a 29.

my day.
on the scale of 1-100, it was a 29.
how weird.
about/.. 20-ish bad things happened to me today.
._____.
yes, i count. o.o
i tripped 4 times, i embarassed myself infinetly, i got a paper cut, i got in trouble, i had a bad hair day, i drew an uber-ugly car, i suck at math, i karate-chopped ian's wrist, i lost my pencil, i lost my pen, i lost my eraser, genderbender looked ugly today, i saw mr. gama in a wig and suit, i got a random cut on my hand, i started bleeding, i got in trouble for NOT TALKING, and ... chyyeah.
=D
the worse is over, i assume.
WOW.
i embarssed myself, once again.
i made an ASS out of U and ME.
get it? get it?
ASSUME.
eh. i just tried cracking a joke. >.<

UBER GAY,

so, i thought my 29th-maddness trouble would be coming from that dramarama thing on tuesday.

APPARENTLY NOT.

so, today, i was just about to fall asleep in the car, and then my mom's like

DID YOU TURN IN YOUR ND APPLICATION?!?!

and i was like OH WOAH YOU WOKE ME UP. so then she gave me a lecture on

"blah blah, if you don't care about this, why don't you just go to a public school and not go to that st. francis interview? what if you don't get into pres? i hope you don't so you can just go to a public school. if you don't get into pres, you're going to (insert public school name here). yeah, let's just watch you get rejected. i hope you like going to (insert public school name here)."

yeah, i'm not so hopeful about getting into pres anymore. i have no notion of going there either.. and most of my other friends are gpoing to public school.

so...fuck whatever happens, huh.

and i don't know if i'm even going to pres... idk if i'm even gonna get accepted.

but now i know this:

THE 29THS ALWAYS SUCK FOR ME.

that's ian's number too! how ironic! :)

oh, and that was the day GENDER BENDER was born. how disgusting. :(

Here it comes

It's me again, the red font (if you hadn't realized, the ones in dark red are always me).
Sometimes you just need to rant. So, obviously, you probably don't wanna hear us "complain" or whatever. If we asked you to check out our blog, we probably meant the other one. This one's probably more boring. Just random thoughts and blah. Although I'll admit it can't be THAT dramatic. I'm average. No super-uber problems in my life. I must be emotionally unstable, smad at random things that most people would just forget.

Don't even get me started on the whole "whiny complaining" thing. Cuz some people just can't even stand to listen to a person talk for a while and let it out.