I'm at Cody's right now. Errvvyyyone is sleeping. Fun fun. Just sitting here listening to "The Last Saturday" by BROADWAY and typing this shit up because that's what failboats do... sit around and listen to post-hardcore/emo shit, or dare I say music with vocalsits who sing as if their ballsacks are wired (fluffin hawttt) to make them sound more high pitched than a gawd derm woman. (That's why a man is doin their job... because they belong in the gawd dern kitchen!)
(Gawd dern it, Aller! No one fluffin cares!
Just scroll down mayne!)
Just scroll down mayne!)
School is coming up next week. Oh joyy. Fuck that shit. I'm def not looking forward to it. Not with my shitty reputaion and all the immature bullshit going on. I fuckin hate it. I just wish people would fukcin see me as the sweet person I am, and not make up a bunch of bullshit about me. I'm honestly kinda scared shitless, but I have to face it. So I'll just do what I was doing before: Crank my iPod through the halls and avoid people; Go by myself to the piano room instead of lunch... because it's always better to progress in a talent and ignore them than try too hard to be liked and not get anywhere;
(...rambling..)
I'll be graduating early anyway (uhh, hopefully). That is if I work my ass off. I really am proud of myself. I really fucked off in Port Charlotte. I really wish I didn't. I wasn't hated there. I partied too much there because I gave up. I was always sick, and the teachers held it against me, and made me fail. I'm all caught up now pretty much. I worked my ass off. I finally have a descent GPA.
(...rambling...)
I came to North Port, and it's been nothing but hell for me. I knew it would happen too. I'm just happy I have Shane there to talk to. He actually gave me a chance, and risked his reputation/life to talk to me LOL.
(...RAMBLING SOME MORE!...)
The dance classes I must say... how do I describe them? Shitty! It's really just a room for all of the damn negros to socialize and bullshit and cause more fuckin drama we don't need. I take dance very seriously, but in that room, god help me. I would get so aggrevated. The other white bitches in there were complete assholes to me. Like, WOW, really? I did nothing to them.
(...almost done bullshitting! YAY!...)
I just love being looked at once, and POOF! Hated for being myself, who doesn't even really talk to anyone or give a reason for any drama of any kind. I love my peace. I try to bring it, but I fail miserbly. Instead it's just pure chaos.
(...here we go!...)
I wonder what the world would be like if everyone but me were the exact same person (without the judgment of my uniqueness). If I was given a second chance basically. Each one of that same person would see me differently based on first impressions. Imagine what it would be like to have a first, second, millionth, or even billionth chance. What if there were different portals? What if each portal led to a different world made up of another person? Jack, Lucy, Maryfuckinlou. Each one would have a different personality type. From introvert to extrovert or even more complicated ones that are too hard to figure out. I wonder if anyone has ever come up with this theory before. If not, I'm going to call it The Amity Theory. Steal this idea, I will find you and you will be charged with plagiarism! >;]
