I talked to the new kid the other day in gym. All he could talk about was crack, i don't really want any, go away. He's as odd as me. I don't like opium either, i want him to shut up. School sucks, people suck, what more is their to say. There is not enough room between our lockers and Kayle's ass is to big and Justin Koeler takes up to much fucking space. There's a locker in between us, just go away! School is like a bad habit you know that, i don't really know why i think that but hey, that's what i'm gonna think.
I'm getting my Zim dvds today hopefully, or else i think i'll be pissed. Maybe i'll get a cd, i don't know. I have to cut grass, i don't want to cut grass. The money is nice though. We went out to eat last night. The mining company. I had a taco salad with chicken on it, it was great.
I had play meeting yesterday, i don't know if i want to act though, i'm really don't know. Maybe i will but hate auditions, they suck and i get so nervious. Whatever....stupid petty problems. I havn't cut for a little while know, i happy, but then i know that won't last, it never does, that blissful bubble always has to be shatterd by some iggnorant asshole.
I posted in Asphault Flowers, so now you can't bug for a while. It meets the Kelci's challenge to, it's about suffering, everyone suffers, but don't bathe yourself in self-pity because no matter how bad it is, there is always someone suffering somewhere. It's stupid, i don't really like it. God....i don't like writing anymore.
I think i'm gonna go now, i don't want to write anymore