cory (rob's roomate) is one of the funniest people alive. i went over there for awhile tonight and watched the end of "the musketeer" which was TERRIBLE. dear god. i saw it in theatres, but... seriously, i remembered none of it. oh well. i've decided to make an attempt to update quotes once a week. oh, ben at least developed my pictures today. but i still need to nag him to get him to print them.
i think my mom hates me. like, mr. dvorak (the dean of students... they made up that position at west just so he could be an administrator. really.) anyhow, he sent a letter that was like "hey, megan needs to serve her half hour detention, or we won't give her the third tri report card! and apparently my mom like flipped out. because we all know what a terrible person i am. personally, i think that since i'm not pregnant, drunk, a druggie, or planning on dropping out of highschool... i'm just fine. so i'm not the brainiac they wanted, let them try again with allison. i have developed a kind of apathy for life after caring about everything screwed me over. and i'm happy now. seriously. i have no new scars, i'm healthy, i don't believe that eating needs to be followed by throwing up... i'm like a hundred percent better than i was this time last year. maybe everyone should just be happy that i stopped what i was doing and didn't commit suicide, eh? settle the hell down about school. it's high school. i'm going to u of i. i really dont' even care if i have to go to kirkwood for a year. caleb did it, and he turned out fine. lots of people have done it. *shrug* it's not like either of my parents have stellar pasts, and i'll be damned if i'm going to be theirs to control for their vicarious lives. myeh, i'll shut up, because none of you care. you just read this to read about yourselves, and for occasional bursts of wit.
i'm gonna go finish typing my paper. WHY am i in AP english? why? oh yeah, because i love reading and writing. however, i hate analyzing everything to death. if i ever write a novel, there's going to be a disclaimer at the beginning "it's just a story. please do NOT analyze. take it at face value, it's JUST A STORY" *sigh*
i think my mom hates me. like, mr. dvorak (the dean of students... they made up that position at west just so he could be an administrator. really.) anyhow, he sent a letter that was like "hey, megan needs to serve her half hour detention, or we won't give her the third tri report card! and apparently my mom like flipped out. because we all know what a terrible person i am. personally, i think that since i'm not pregnant, drunk, a druggie, or planning on dropping out of highschool... i'm just fine. so i'm not the brainiac they wanted, let them try again with allison. i have developed a kind of apathy for life after caring about everything screwed me over. and i'm happy now. seriously. i have no new scars, i'm healthy, i don't believe that eating needs to be followed by throwing up... i'm like a hundred percent better than i was this time last year. maybe everyone should just be happy that i stopped what i was doing and didn't commit suicide, eh? settle the hell down about school. it's high school. i'm going to u of i. i really dont' even care if i have to go to kirkwood for a year. caleb did it, and he turned out fine. lots of people have done it. *shrug* it's not like either of my parents have stellar pasts, and i'll be damned if i'm going to be theirs to control for their vicarious lives. myeh, i'll shut up, because none of you care. you just read this to read about yourselves, and for occasional bursts of wit.
i'm gonna go finish typing my paper. WHY am i in AP english? why? oh yeah, because i love reading and writing. however, i hate analyzing everything to death. if i ever write a novel, there's going to be a disclaimer at the beginning "it's just a story. please do NOT analyze. take it at face value, it's JUST A STORY" *sigh*
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