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Thursday, September 9, 2004


   One of those Die Narcissist days...
Whoa, what's with the title? Even I don't know.

I hate science. I hate science. Hate, hate hate. HATE HATE HATE! My science teacher is so damn EVIL! DIE! She will die... in my movie! .:laughs:.

Today was another block day. It was ok, except for having 1 1/2 hours of science. Core was kinda boring. Really boring, actually. But we talked about what political party we belong in. Dirty conservative or flaming liberal? I'm a liberal. Definately. So is the majority of that class. Ahhh, we all hate Bush. And I hate Colorado's government. Our governer is a moron.

We had orch today. That was ok. I like being a bass player. I get to hang out with Ross and Joe. Uber-cool. Gahh, I need to fart. But I can't. Doesn't that suck?

Ali wasn't at school... again... I have a fear of missing school, because it means running a mile. Unless I miss a thursday. But that would piss off my science teacher. I have a lot of cool teachers, but not her.

Gahhhh, I've been so spazzy lately. I can't look at my Boo. I have a theory as to why, though. I'm afraid that he'll see me. Plus, looking at him is addictive. GAHHHHHHHH! I'm really pissed off about that. He's so sexy. And so intimidating. And I think he drives a Jeep, or something like it. Not an off-roader or anything. I'm just glad he doesn't drive a saturn or something. That'd be so... not Boo. .:cries:. Why am I feeling so weird about him lately? DON'T LET GO! I don't want to let go. This is the feeling I get whenever I feel like I'm ready to let go. I've seriously considered it in the past, but... he's become a part of me. He has his own drawer in my soul. Nowadays, I get really upset when part of me tries to get rid of him. Times like these, it hurts to look at him. It hurts not to. It's sick. It hurts. I... I want him to see me. Not in a weird or embarrassing way, just... in admiration, or... mixed feelings, like those I feel when I think about him. I hope this all blows over tomorrow. He looked at me a lot at the last football game, maybe he will tomorrow. I just have to inconspicuously stay close to him... That'd be really easy to do if it rained really hard tomorrow.

GOD ALMIGHTY! ENOUGH OF THESE POP-UPS! .:slams fist on desk:.

Hmmm... why won't anyone pick up the phone at Ali's house? This sucks. I want to talk to her.

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