word vomit.

SERIOUSLY.

i'm not even messing around one bit here. and for some reason;
people don't seem to get that today.
like, okay.
we have a two hour delay for it being like, fucking ice age outside.
whoopdee doo?
and like, that pisses me off.
so this one teacher comes up to me all like, 'your project looks like trash!'
so how do i respond, with an attitude, like every normal person on this earth probably would.
so he calls my house like the douche bag that he is.
and i end up getting bitched at kids.
MHM.

how come i'm writing in this and i know noone is gunna read this?
creepy huh?

did you ever notice that silence is the loudest thing ever?
like, it stings almost?

i'm not sure but i think i can hear the world turning, because it's REALLY loud outside for no apparent reason.
this weekend can bite my balls.
and the t.v. is literally the world. like, why do so many people believe everything these news people say?
they have like false facts written all over their face.
and i HATE HATE how people think that all these MTV shows are actual reality.
like how ryan sheckler is already a pro skateboarder so people think they can just go buy a wooden board with wheels, hop on, and be like, i can ollie, imma pro?
no, that's not how it works, and whoever thinks that should electrocute themselves.

and, i just realized that it's 2008 and the world is really old.
like, from all the shit we talk about in history from like something something B.C.
the world was still there.
and it's like way way way after christ, 2008?
i hope the world never ends, because i wouldn't know what to do.
of course i would be dead, but what happens when your dead?

#1 impossible question i want answered: what happens after death?

that's never gunna be answered.

i hope next week is really worth it.
this week was good until today.
but now, i'm sitting here like, rambling on about un-neccessary things that noone cares about and talking to my best friend.

another thing i realized; she's like ALWAYS there for me.
like, even when i'm the bitchiest person in the world, she's like behind me 110% of the way.
like, if i were her i would be sick of me by now.
but she never does get sick. i mean, she does but she stillll puts up with me.
and i love her way to much for that.
i have NEVER been like this attached a friend before, but i really am.
like, if she died, what the fuck would i do?
i would be a no body;
a loner;
a loser;
like nothing.

HAH, i know that sounded so lesbian, but it's my thoughts and someone hasta know, right?

it's 8:30 and i'm overcoming attack of spaghetti in my stomach.