Publicly Fickle and Cyanide Secrets
Hey there again.
I love having a journal. I'm never, ever consistant, nor do ever spell anything right, but sometimes, when i ramble, i look over it again and can be proud of it.
Isn't that amazing?
Did that sound like Mrs. Ivory?
There's that forty-year-old coming out in me like i mentioned in the last entry.
I think I have a serious mental problem, one that could be clinically diagnosed. And i think it's screwing my life up. That, or I'm screwed up.
I mean, well... it's hard to say in a journal that i'm putting out there for everyone to read. There's a lot i keep bottled up inside, which isn't healthy, but hey... what're you gonna do?
I sometimes wish this wasn't public - there's soo much i want to say. Like my fickle-ness. I could probably write a book on being a fickle, two faced jerk, but um.. i won't.
At least, not now.
I constantly change opinion, change my likes and dislikes, and i'm afraid it's gonna hurt someone. Cause it's already screwed things up for me.
Okay, what happened today... i missed band, squaredancing, bio, and yeah.. that's it. For peer-mediation. God, as long as i remind myself of how good student counseling looks on a college application... that's the Only thing keeping me going.
other than that, i did okay. Mrs. Daunoras made us write an essay based on any quote from chatpers ten and eleven of anthem (of which all included theories i despise) and then she made us read them aloud and she read her grade for it aloud. That wasn't fair, i didnt' think. I got an A, which i guess is a ninety-five. But still...
Rehearsal today was frusterating. I mean, we blocked like, the first quarter of the show. It was a struggle, especially because there's five characters + me that i have to keep track of... which, of course, is all in vain, because i know i'll never get to be any of those characters in a performance. And i'm not the type to keep cyanide in my locker.
Joe took my coat again today. So that means that today, i got to wear one that zippers.
My mind has officially run out of thoughts, save for the ones that tell me "Your head is now empty. Please reload memory in the Day Events Automatic Feeder."
I've lost my mind at this point, a clear signal that i should end this now.
I love having a journal. I'm never, ever consistant, nor do ever spell anything right, but sometimes, when i ramble, i look over it again and can be proud of it.
Isn't that amazing?
Did that sound like Mrs. Ivory?
There's that forty-year-old coming out in me like i mentioned in the last entry.
I think I have a serious mental problem, one that could be clinically diagnosed. And i think it's screwing my life up. That, or I'm screwed up.
I mean, well... it's hard to say in a journal that i'm putting out there for everyone to read. There's a lot i keep bottled up inside, which isn't healthy, but hey... what're you gonna do?
I sometimes wish this wasn't public - there's soo much i want to say. Like my fickle-ness. I could probably write a book on being a fickle, two faced jerk, but um.. i won't.
At least, not now.
I constantly change opinion, change my likes and dislikes, and i'm afraid it's gonna hurt someone. Cause it's already screwed things up for me.
Okay, what happened today... i missed band, squaredancing, bio, and yeah.. that's it. For peer-mediation. God, as long as i remind myself of how good student counseling looks on a college application... that's the Only thing keeping me going.
other than that, i did okay. Mrs. Daunoras made us write an essay based on any quote from chatpers ten and eleven of anthem (of which all included theories i despise) and then she made us read them aloud and she read her grade for it aloud. That wasn't fair, i didnt' think. I got an A, which i guess is a ninety-five. But still...
Rehearsal today was frusterating. I mean, we blocked like, the first quarter of the show. It was a struggle, especially because there's five characters + me that i have to keep track of... which, of course, is all in vain, because i know i'll never get to be any of those characters in a performance. And i'm not the type to keep cyanide in my locker.
Joe took my coat again today. So that means that today, i got to wear one that zippers.
My mind has officially run out of thoughts, save for the ones that tell me "Your head is now empty. Please reload memory in the Day Events Automatic Feeder."
I've lost my mind at this point, a clear signal that i should end this now.
there's nothing wrong with you... as far as i know and if you need to let something out you can come to me OR write it down in a journal/diary (whichever you want to call it) at home. that's what i do and things i don't mind i put public on my livejournal (sometimes i set the privacy on my livejournal to friends though)
anyway that teacher is mean for telling your grade out loud i know this was last year but it's still crazy not cool. if i failed (which i probably would have because i public speaking) i wouldn't want my grade to be known
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