ack. some ppl are so d@mn annoying! on the bus these lil freshmen were being such snotty lil, i dno the word for it. so they're talking about cheerleaders and they're like, "smart cheerleader, that's an oxymoron." "my mom said, 'buy these shoes, i saw some other grls wearing them', so i said, 'well was she a slut, prep, or cheerleader?'" "cheerleaders wearing their uniforms, what losers"
???!!!!! wtf, do these ppl think they're so cool b/c they make these snotty stereotypes? ugh, why am i finding so many ppl annoying lately?
i need a bubble bath. maybe i'm just stressed.
so today in english, we were, coincidentally talking about routine. i don't care if g1 hates english cuz it's a bunch of bs and she's not enlightened or whatnot. you can't go into a class expecting to learn the meaning of existence or some life-changing philosophy, or you're bound to be disappointed. but back to the routine, "routine is the hobgoblin in little minds" or something or another. which is why i liked baking a cake. i don't usu do that kind of stuff. whoa, i kno, rite? deep...(sarcasm btw, for you slow folks, hehehe)
ugh. i wish ppl who didn't give a d@mn about you would just buzz off, stop wasting your time. it's relle the cruelest thing they can do to you, than doing nothing.
well actually, as it was raised in english (hehe, sorry) nothing-ness (?) is worse than pain. feeling nuthing sux. now that i think about it, busting my arm after falling off my bike (ha ha ha, yea shut up, you try not eating for twelve hrs and then biking in 90 degree weather) and having to put rubbing alchohol (which i later found out was useless) on the huge scrape on my elbow was not that bad. it was...hmm...the most intense physical feeling i've ever felt. talk about painful. but a new experience nonetheless.
i think i'll take myself up on that bath idea now. maybe it'll defrost my fingers. you kno, i've discovered that background music is not real music at all.
~G2~
p.s. and or or! (hehe, g1, get it?)
you're the one steppin on the back of my shoes
you're the one using me as a muse
you're the one with a jet pack strapped to your back ready to go