Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Wouldn't it be grand to take the pistol by the hand?

I feel like extra-poopy poop. I got home, slept, woke up, watched TV, slept, and not I'm here. My nose is as stuffed as a certain someone's vagina a few weeks ago.
Haha. I laughed at that. It was kinda mean, but that's just okay. I also might just have a fever, but I'm too lazy to grab the thermometer.

This has been the shittiest week ever, homes! PE was okay today, and I'm getting calluses from power-cleaning, which is kinda cool. The Geometry test is HELL. I've answered 7 questions out of 17. If I get all those totally right, I'll get roughly a 41%. My dad is expecting a 100%.

The key to being a guy high school is to be that other guy, the one who's not you. No matter who you are, you suck.
-Khari Ollivierre
I miss that kid.
What sickens me about myself is that even through all this shit, I still love you. Eh, I'll get over it. No one needs crazy bitches like you. You're gonna run yourself into the ground one day. You're gonne fuck everyone around you over, and you'll have no one. If not, more power to you. BITCHSLUTWHORE. *eats pie* Whatever.
And after everything you put me through, I should have fucking pissed on you.
I love BMTH.

This post was kind of a mess.

Monday, February 23, 2009

Such a simple little whore.

Jesus, today sucked dicks. I was doing all right, until PE when Coach flipped out on me because I couldn't go all the way down on squatting. When I tried to tell him that I hurt my tailbone and it KILLS to go down, he told me that I was a weakling, and that I need to quit whining. We can't all be Cody Holton, fuckface.

I got some news during this period that sort of surprised me, but when I thought about it, I realized it really wasn't that shocking. BTW: If you don't want people to treat you like you're four, don't act like it. I also realized that Ally's right, Daniel's hugs are great. After that, I crashed and burned, along with the rest of the class, on the Geometry test. There goes my 96 in the class.

I got a little reprieve from all that shit during Art Club. I know I suck at art, but I tried, and I really like how relaxed everything is. I definitely wanna take art next year. I wonder if, since this is my last year of spanish, I can double up on electives and take Choir and art?

Oh, and Dakoda's sun-cunt made me laugh. :D

Wednesday, February 18, 2009


I've made a mistake. Reading my book today, I realized that I can't lose her. I can't.

On another note, I sort of changed how my blog looks. I think it's cool :D Gage Young is such an amazing photographer, it makes me jealous. Why can't I have skills? AND he frigging gets to meet all these awesome bands, and they PAY him to take pictures of them. Or maybe not. Shit, I would totally do it for free. My sister used to go to school with him, dude. Whatever.

I'm doing pretty good in school, I feel good about it. I had no idea I got a 90 on that Geometry quiz, I totally thought I failed it. Plus, I have a 96! It probably won't stay like that for a long time, though. Whatever.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

The very worst part of you is me.

Playing music with the volume turned up all the way makes it seem like the only things that exist are me and the noise. I like it that way.

You know the feeling when you take the milk out of the fridge for cereal, and it expires in a day, so you smell it and it smells fine, so you pour your bowl. As soon as you take the first bite, you taste the nastiness and you almost puke and you run to the bathroom and use mouthwash 47 times, and as you're rinsing, you realize you sort of did smell something, but you wanted the cereal really bad so you ignored it?
Looking at you is like that.
Not really, but it's not fun.

Monday, February 9, 2009

I am a monster.

I was on autopilot from 1st period until lunch. Literally. I have no idea where my mind was, but it sure as shit wasn't at school with the rest of me. You could ask me anything about today and I would have no answers for you. Lucas and Joe cheered me up at lunch, but it got worse as soon as i left the cafeteria. It was all the same from there, until I found a little help in the form of Hudson in Geometry, where we laughed at the word cunt.

I'm back to square one. I'm alone. Thank you Austin, for being the only reason I didn't go into the bathroom and stay in there all day long. It was too good to be true, anyway.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

This is the only real love scene.

I hate how the beginning of every Zelda game is slow and confusing, and it takes forever to get the fucking sword and bombs. I hope it gets better fast, otherwise I will totally lose interest in what I hope is a bitching game. I have a dentist appointment tomorrow, wich sucks because i hate the feeling of my teeth getting scraped, plus the smell and feel of rubber gloves, while I try to tune out the stupid nasally whine of the nurse saying how I need to improve my brushing habits. Ew. That was sort of a run-on sentence.

Besides my ever-present dental condition, everything is doing pretty good. The weather is amazing, and everyone seems to be in a good mood. I even decided to take my dog on a walk for once, and he even pooped outside, instead of the living room. This may not seem so great to you guys, but to me, it was amazing. Ontop of all that crazy shit, I found my first beard hair today. I'm totally on my way to a Scott-tastic beard.

School is getting better, or maybe I just started caring more. Probably more of the latter, to be honest. I'm sleeping a lot less in Geometry, and I'm actually understanding the lessons, which is pretty baller. Today, in Geometry, I found a really cool checkmark-shaped scab on my leg, which I picked in the hopes of having a cool checkmark-shaped scar in the midst of allmy beaner-leg hair. That would be sweet. I like scars, they kind of tell a story, like Ally said. Of course, mine are all from stupid shit like riding a motor scooter barefoot and crashing into a rock.

Would you you let me fly if I wanted to try?
Looking out the window is getting old,
In my heart, stories are never told.
If all the world's a stage, I'll just turn the page
Pull the curtain on this place,
I won't leave a trace of this town alive.

I want velcro shoes, it would be so easy to put them on.