You know what? I will spell the word allusive the way i goddamn want to spell it. And if anyone tells me i can't spell or that i don't do work or that I'm disrupting class or that they're "fed" up with me for no reason...and that i can't be a fucking first lady because I'm not fucking cunning enough? You know something people? Tend to your own damn business, okay...instead of bitching me out for things I say or do. Apprantly I'm a wound on the world and that I dont know how to fucking conduct myself. That's bullshit! I'm Emily...please remember that. I was never anything to be taken lightly.
My new philosophy, "If you dont like the weather...move."
And it's getting way too fucking hot here in Bardland.
Monday, April 15, 2002
What a beautifully evil day!
Today has been, as my favorite cliche dictates, "A double edged sword."
I got to eat diner food, I got ice cream, and i didn't have to pay for it: that was bitchin. I also got a beautiful day. And i got to talk to Jeff for two hours on the phone and he's just a great guy. I told him my problems and he said, "come to my school and date me...and everything will be okay."
But then the rain came (and it really is raining, i'm not just using it as a stupid literary metaphor for unhappiness)
All of my friends have decided to start this little feud of depression, anger, and obsession. I am on the outside looking in (or trying to be) but my friend Trefor is mad at me and wanted to talk to me but i had work to do so he insisted on coming over...and when i wouldn't let him in...he told me he would never talk to me again. I don't know what i did to deserve that! Am i just a horrible person in general?
I hate being hated for something I know nothing about. It just makes me feel lousy. I told Jeff my problem and he was confused. I'm confused.
Alls i know is that there's going to be a letter in my mailbox tomorrow bitching me out for something.
God Bard guys just suck, you know that? They're either whiny, disgusting or just plain cruel and unusual. The good ones are gay. And so for the normal Bard girl, we get screwed over...my options are be asexual or like women...and I dont have the willpower to become a lesbian.
So here I am...in the middle of a strange and mysterious web of high school drama.
I'm thinking of lying in bed and going back to my dreams of the Tanner Family Yacht.
"Way to go Dad, burning the hamsteak...you're supposed to flip them!"
Today has been, as my favorite cliche dictates, "A double edged sword."
I got to eat diner food, I got ice cream, and i didn't have to pay for it: that was bitchin. I also got a beautiful day. And i got to talk to Jeff for two hours on the phone and he's just a great guy. I told him my problems and he said, "come to my school and date me...and everything will be okay."
But then the rain came (and it really is raining, i'm not just using it as a stupid literary metaphor for unhappiness)
All of my friends have decided to start this little feud of depression, anger, and obsession. I am on the outside looking in (or trying to be) but my friend Trefor is mad at me and wanted to talk to me but i had work to do so he insisted on coming over...and when i wouldn't let him in...he told me he would never talk to me again. I don't know what i did to deserve that! Am i just a horrible person in general?
I hate being hated for something I know nothing about. It just makes me feel lousy. I told Jeff my problem and he was confused. I'm confused.
Alls i know is that there's going to be a letter in my mailbox tomorrow bitching me out for something.
God Bard guys just suck, you know that? They're either whiny, disgusting or just plain cruel and unusual. The good ones are gay. And so for the normal Bard girl, we get screwed over...my options are be asexual or like women...and I dont have the willpower to become a lesbian.
So here I am...in the middle of a strange and mysterious web of high school drama.
I'm thinking of lying in bed and going back to my dreams of the Tanner Family Yacht.
"Way to go Dad, burning the hamsteak...you're supposed to flip them!"
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