Friday, October 7, 2011

How I got my Saturday School

So yesterday my best friend got her heart broken by an asshole. That was bad enough. Everyone knew he was a jerk, but was so pitiful that we hoped that she could help him out. Even when there were all the warning signs, we just closed our eyes and wished he would change. But he didn't.
The whole point of a blog is so that people can read it. I know that, and that's why I write here and not only in my diary (Which I may or may not have DON'T LOOK FOR IT). How else am I suppost to get the attention that a drama queen like me enjoys so much? Well, since I only have like one reader, I guess that doesn't really constitue for a lot of attention, but it's better than nothing.
Well, my friend's ex had a blog too. And he talked about stuff too. Mostly about their relationship. About how he was compleatly in love with his ex girlfriend, and there was this other girl. He was going to break it off with my best friend so he could go out with this girl who lived hours away, just because she was pretty. But she didn't leave her boyfriend (She did but then went back), so he didn't leave my friend. But 75% of the posts were about how he missed his ex. And how whenever he did stuff with my friend he was thinking of her.
Did I mention that he talked about what he did with her? Everything? All the intimate parts of their relationship, right up on his blog, for everyone to read.
And by everyone, I mean the mutual friends he knew were following. He knew they were following it, he was doing fucking shout outs. And he still kept talking about that stuff.
You know, maybe more people would follow my blog if I started to emotionally cheating on my boyfriend, talking about other guys that I'd want to be with. Maybe if I started talking about the personal stuff we did together, I'd break 10 people. But I can't, because I actually love my boyfriend, and I DON'T fantasize about others when I'm with him and I DON'T talk about personal stuff on my blog and also, I rarely use first names, let alone last ones!!!
God, it just pisses me off so much.
In fact, it pissed me off so much, that I yelled at him in the hallway and slapped him. That earned me a trip to the office, where I missed third hour because I was talking to an assistant principle and my guidance concelor. But since it was a one time thing, and it was pretty justified, I only got a Saturday school, not a suspension. Mom still flipped a bitch though, and I have dish duty for at least two weeks, and no home phone (Still no cell phone), and god knows what else.
Now I've got to go and tell my dad. Whoopie. He'll be super pissed too. It's funny, at school, my friends are high fiving me, and saying how that he totally deserved it. Just like when I got suspended lsat year. I guess I just do the wrong things for the right reasons. At least, I think so.
Not sure when I'll be able to write again. Ttyl, keep your chin up, no hope with dope-
Dude. Sorry, but this is crazy. Psychology can turn you off drugs better than any DARE class can. Did you know if you do coccaine for long enough, you can actually lose your ability to be happy forever? It's cause of all the dopamine (Chemical that makes you happy) is bouncing in between sensors cause the coke closes off the way to get back in, the little sensors get worn down and start to retreat, causing you to lose pleasure in every day things, like pizza or watching TV. So you keep chasing that high, doing more and more just to be happy at all. And weed? Every brain neron you have, you were born with. You never get anymore. So when you're killing brain cells smoking, they won't grow back like skin cells. They're gone, forever.
Sorry, but I thought you might want to know that. Hugs not drugs you know?
Anyway, make love not war, believe in yourself, stay in school (Maybe not Okemos cause the administrators are wack), and be true to yourself. Peace out hommies

3 comments:

  1. HMM. VERRY INTERESTING> ( Imagine me drumming on my chin.) Yep, the wrong thing for the right reason. Violence is never the answer. Did you learn anything in Saturday school. I love you. Gram

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  2. Lol. i know where your diary is. and thanks :) i love you too.

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