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..."