blarrgg.

WONDERFUL DAY, OR SO IT SEEMED.
today, i wake up, realize it's late, and leave the house without eating. anything. or drinking. xD
get in the car, put ipod earphones in my ear, and the screen says "connect to power."
so i just stare out the window the whole entire drive.
my mouth's hurting, and my mom gets mad at me cause i don't talk.
mom: why aren't you talking?!
me: i got spacers, remember!?
mom: that doesn't make an excuse.
me: ... my mouth hurts. (JUST SHUT UP CAUSE IT HURTS)
mom: so?
me: it hurts to talk. (THIS IS PAINFUL FOR ME, YOU BUTTHEAD.)
mom: *lectures about how she never talked to her parents so rudely for 15 minutes.*
wonderful.
so i get into class,and show jackie and jerrald my NERO book for my book report, and jackie talks about how i thought nero was weird and shit.
Jackie: i thought nero was WEIRD
me: yeah, i found a book (MY MOUTH'S KILLING ME SHEEEIT)
so.. i guess i just LEAVE IT THERE
and when i come back, it's GONE. TOTALLY GONE. JUST GONE.
i'm still suspecting ian >.> BUT STILL, IT'S GONE. TOTALLY GONE.
and i looked alllllll over the freaking school for the damn book, AND IT'S GONE. GONNNNE.
that messed up my mood.
so i get into the car, and my mom starts talking to me again.
me: my nero book's gone.
mom: HOW COME YOU ALWAYS LOSE THINGS?! YOU'RE SO IRRESPONSIBLE! I NEVER LOSE MY THINGS. YOU'RE SO UNORGANZIED.
me: mhm. (shut up!)
mom: you better find it.
... OMG, I STILL CAN'T FIND IT.
so then, i get home, go to my room and look for clothes to wear tommorow,
AND GUESS WHAT?! NO JEANS! OR ANYTHING! ONLY SHORTS AND CARGO PANTS.
THAT'S IT. OMG, IMA LOOK LIKE KATRINA TOMMOROW. BADLY DRESSED.
i mean, i have my power rangers shirt, and my white jacket, but NOOOOO JEANS.
WTF?! AWW MANN, COME ONNN. HAVE SOME SORT OF MERCY ON ME, GOD.
my heart shades, i left them at KARATE, AND I DON'T GO TO KARATE ON THURSDAYS.
SHINNNNNNNNNNEEEE.
i have to accessorize SOMEHOW. UGH.
I JUST WANT MY NERO BOOK BACK. I WANT TO WEAR A TOGA AND TALK ABOUT HOW I KILLED MY WIVES BY PUTTING THEM IN HOTTUBS AND SLITTING THEIR VEINS. I WANNA TALK ABOUT HOW I SET PEOPLE ON FIRE AND USED THEM TO LIGHT UP MY GARDEN.
I JUST WANT MY NEROOOO BOOOOOOK.


Yeah. Karma. I wanted to use him first. But that doesn't matter of course.

I noticed a lot, no one really cares about you. When it reallllllyyy gets down to it, does anyone care? And my crazy asian parents, they dont really care. So when not even your family cares, who does? And your friends, when they've heard your stories, given their advice and consolence- after a while, they just kind of get sick of you. You're just an annoying voice that used to be funny, or they're tired of your complaining. You suck at everything, and they don't really care of course, so what are you stuck with? I always wondered, people tell you you don't need friends who are mean, but what if you had mean friends but that was all you had? No one's gonna magically become your friend. You're alone. You might be the most righteous person in the world, but you're alone.

Why do girls (maybe guys too, idk) have a need to tell people their problems? I'll listen of course, but what if no one wants to hear. You're kinda stuck hearing but never telling. Oh well.