fuck it.

What a fucking day. First I wake up to the news that I have to get my cat put down very soon, and then I get in an argument with my friend about how I'm stupid, and things are different with different people. Alrighty then. What a fucking retarded day, I should have just stayed home. I'm not going to apologize about being stupid, because I honestly don't think it was a stupid move, but whatever, different strokes for different folks..

It doesn't even matter, it really doesn't. What I do shouldn't be a topic of discussion between two of my friends, like really.

I CAN'T EVEN FUCKING THINK STRAIGHT ENOUGH TO WRITE MORE.

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Wonderful of them to think that way..

So, what are the odds of me, talking to his girlfriend, and being civil? She's nice, I'll probably continue to talk to her (: Unless of course she wants to cut me for any reasons whatsoever.. I really wonder what is with me lately saying "Cut" .. It's such a fun thing to say, apparently..

"Moist.."

"Did you just say something about cake?"

"No Dad, no I didn't"

Haha, Monty.

Ugh, man, I'm going to miss my kitty like hell ): I LAAAVAAA JESUS. so hard. I want her to not have to die, stupid cancer ):

This blog is all fucked up and everywhere, what a wonderful time.

I'm glad things are still mutual, it brightened up my day a little bit. (:

Yay.

I'M GOING TO GO AHEAD AND GO HAVE A FEW SEIZURES AND WATCH NCIS NOW. Have a good day/night/morning/cat.

I'll tap the break, while you crack the window.

I'm eating these retarded good smores Ritz things. Just so you know. I stayed up late last night, writing poetry for my writing class, but I ended up not going to school today, because I'm sick. I hate being sick, it's the worst thing ever, It's not like I ever leave my house anyway, but now I don't have the freedom to do it if I want to. Sucks. I'm not even allowed on the computer, but I'm not sure if that rule changed because I got my laptop 100% paid for par moi. So he can't really tell me not to go on it. Oh well, he's walking the dog right now. HEY, GUESS WHAT!? The Blues Brothers Soundtrack has finished downloading. neat-o. I'm not sure if I wanted to go to music today, he sang songs that we wrote in front of the class, apparently. Wonderful. I found Emiley's iPod last night, 'twas quite the accomplishment, it was behind a box, under a water bottle. I've decided, before I go to Ontario next summer, I'm going to have an iPod, if it's the last thing I do. I seem to be the only one who doesn't have one, because everyone’s mom, and everyone’s grandmother has one. I'M SO OUT OF THE LOOP. Someone should buy me these (: I'll be your best friend. I'm so pumped, Texas for Christmas break, maybe! What a fun time, I hope we go. I've always wanted to go to Texas, not really.. But then I can say I've been to FOUR states, in America, wew. I want to go back to D.C so bad though, it was such a blast, wonderful place. Anyway, I'm going to stop writing for the time being..

In with the outro, and out with the old.

It sucks, but it's whatever. I'd really love to be able to be a huge dick, but I just can't, it doesn't work out for me. It really doesn't. For no reason whatsoever, I've posted twice today, Oh well. Blogging it a good way to get things off your mind, I guess. I'm just confused, like really? It's not like that. I LOVE THAT NO ONE WILL EVEN GET WHAT I'M WRITING. that's alright.

Those capitals look superior, but you can't see them like I can

Bummer. I'm supposed to go to my moms house, like fuck that's happening, I don't want shit to happen again. I haven't talked to her since her birthday, she tells my dad things and he relays it to me, when I call her, she screens the calls, dumb homo. When she calls me, she hangs up when I say hello. That's classy.

Does it piss anyone else off when people just abruptly leave and don't make any effort to say bye? I mean.. I do it ALL the time, but still, It pisses me off. I piss myself off in general, so it's all good that I do it too. I'm such a whore about things (Whore: not as in in sexing whatever moves) I really could have said bitch, and made it better. I need to stop doing that. WHAT THE HELL AM I EVEN TALKING ABOUT? I have no fucking Idea, I'm tired, I rant when I'm tired. (ahaha, I just wrote "I randy when I'm tired" but then fixed it. OH RANDY.

I love that I wouldn't seem like such a big idiot if I didn't tell people about the mistakes I make, or say my thoughts aloud. It would make people want to be my friend. Oh well, if you don't like it, it's whatever. Go fucking touch yourself.

"I was just about to say 'I that guys lay like that when they want sex' but then realized, I'm laying like that.." that made my day.

Yep.

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Snails see the benefits, the beauty in every inch;

Friday night, it was so much fun. I had a movie party (it wasn't really a movie party, we hungout downtown) with Stephanie, Jamie, Chelsea, Chris, Marcel, Zak and Brandon. It was pretty awesome. Then after everyone left, Stephanie, Chris and I stayed the night at Jamie's house, it was a pretty fun time, We watched movies ALL night. My neck, hurts like a mother fucker, and mother fuckers hurt really bad. So, I came home, and went to bed, and woke up at 5 PM, and had to babysit for 6, It wasn't a good time, but it was worth it.

Some things were kind of confusing, but I guess it's what it is.

I have a fuck load of homework to do, and it's due tomorrow, I have to write like, six rough drafts of poems for Writing, and a 12 bar blues song for Styles Of Popular Music. I have three words to that. FUCK. MY. LIFE. But it's whatever, it's not like I can reverse homework loads.

I really have some things I want to say, but I'm really thinking I should refrain from it, just for the fact that some people who are mentioned in it might read it, and I'd rather them not. EXCELLENT.

I just had the best juice ever, I have no idea what kind it is, but it was fucking fantasterful!

I got in Chris's pants on friday. And I've now decided that I like boys pants better than girls pants.

Parents are fucking retarded. "You guys are cute together." "What the fuck dad, we're not dating" "Oh.. really? I thought you were"

I'm so confused as to why my dad let me stay the night at Jamie's house.. for one, Jamie is a BOY, for two, my dad HATES boys. Odd.

I might be moving away, I hope I am. I've kind of now realized that PEI has nothing whatsoever to offer, except for awesome friends and stuff like that. It's going to seem like I'm running from my problems, I kind of am. Maybe a new start would be good, my dad seems to want to get off of this island pretty bad, Maybe a new start would be good, and if it turns out bad, I can come back.

Yeah, okay, I'm done with this for right now, I don't feel the need to have to think about anything else at the moment.

Just to start from scratch.

So, since the last time I've blogged, it's been a roller coaster. I'd love to explain it all to you, but really, you probably don't want to read it, and quite frankly, I don't think the people that are mentioned in it would like for me to share it. I could breifly describe some of the happenings, since I haven't blogged since what.. 2008? about there. Well, where to start.. I went to Vans Warped Tour this summer, it was amazing, hot, sticky, crowded, but amazing. I got to see a whole bunch of bands live, and hang with the guys from Jet Lag Gemini for a bit. I went to Canada's Wonderland, what a blast. (If you hadn't guessed/don't live in Canada, I went to Ontario.) I went to Wild Water Kingdom, probably the highlight of the trip right there. I met this super amazing boy named Trevor, Honestly, My favorite person ever. I'd give anything to go back up there and see him again. He made the whole trip worthwhile, I almost cried when I had to leave WWK. I hung out with him all day when he was working, 25 dollars well spent. That trip was a blast, we got to experience the ghetto, real life. like.. needles all over the place, gangs. Fuck it was cool.

When I got back, I worked a bunch, hung out with Brittany, chilled at her place quite a bit, with her and Katelynn, they're almost like my family. Scratch that, they are my family. Katelynn, who's not even Brittany's biological sister, already feels like my older sister. On the topic of older sisters, actually. I got to see my brother, and realized just how much I missed having him around, it was hard to leave, knowing it was going to be quite a while before I got to see him again.

My mom, she's being drunk, like usual. It's starting to get to me. But whatever, I'll deal with it, just like everything else in life. She fired me from my job, it was pretty lame. (I hated it anyway) As bad as my mom treated me, I really do still love her, and nothing will ever change that.

I'm not even going to write about half the stuff I want to right now. I'm too tired, I didn't sleep lastnight, I was up, thinking about everything. More one specific person, but still.. things.

Yeah, I give up.

Goodnight, no one.