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2006 26 April :: 12.14am
:: Mood: Turbo clean!
:: Music: Don't Close Your Heart - HIM
OMFGEEEEEEEEE
HAPPY
SWEET
SIXTEEN
KIMBERLY
JADE.
<3
<3
<3
!!!
I love you and I'm SO GLAD that we had lockers next to each other in 7th grade.
XDDDd
<3!!
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2006 25 April :: 10.55pm
:: Mood: basldj
:: Music: HIM - Beyond Redemption
Insta-karma
Alright. So today was probably the most convincing case of insta-karma I've ever seen. I'll tell you the whooole story.
So. Naomi, Amanda, and I were the SOOPER HUNGRY. So much so, we resorted to common theivery. I did, anyways, and I'll admit that it was solely my fault. Because I did it. And I know I did it. And everyone knows I did it.
So.
I did it.
GET IT?
Anyways. I went into darling Kristen's bag while she was at the soda machine and stole her sandwich. We walked right by her and I'm pretty sure he friends told her that we stole her sandwich 'cause she came after us like.. a minute or two after. But it was already gone by then.
And she was really mad.
I mean really mad.
I didn't think she'd get so angry.
But she did.
And. It was bad.
She didn't hit me or anything, she just yelled at us and flicked us off while she walked away. We giggled, but.. she was HONESTLY mad.
Right after that, I sat down and got gum in my hair.
._____.
We had to cut it out with a key 'cause I didn't want to go to the clinic or tromp to my next class with it. So. Yeah.
Anyways, I just check my myspace ( 'cause I'm ghey <3 ) and this is the comment she left me:
I am very mad at you.
That was my only sandwich.
And you took it.
Which is.. not right.
Thats stealing?
I should tell Mrs. Graw...
But I wont.
Because I'm not a bitch unlike someone who goes through
other peoples backpack and steals their food for
the day..
which was supposed till last 7.
bitch.
Alright, one, WHERE was she when I was stealing her sandwich? At the gawdamn vending machines. Perhaps she was just accompanying Jessica, but I'm sure she got something.
Second, there was OTHER FOOD in her bag.
Third, I think she can put up with a little bit of hunger for the last TWO HOURS of the day. Ooh, boo hoo, I'm hungry - SUCK IT UP.
I could understand how I'm pretty bitchy, going through her bag, but that's the only bag I went through. Ever. In my life. And she thinks I don't regret it?
I do.
Kthnx.
And SHE SHOULD TELL MRS. GRAW?
WHAT IS MRS. GRAW GONNA DO?
Throw up Kristen's DAMN SANDWICH?
"MM, YUM, BARF, THANKS MRS. GRAW."
Make me say SORRY?
I've apologized ATLEAST TEN TIMES NOW.
Now that I reread it, I think she meant it was supposed to last until 7.. pm.
Now I feel bad.
I'm sorry again, Kristen, for bitching.
I don't think you read this.. but if you do and now you're flaming 'cause I ranted, uhhh.. I'm sorry.
<---<
~cough~
Anyone who reads this, do not let my petty pish-posh alter or skew your conception of Miss Kristen, because she's is a wonderful, kind girl and what I did is wrong.
I'm not allowed to get angry.
So.
I'll be quiet nao.
After.. I got angry..
~cough~
<---<;
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2006 17 April :: 4.40pm
:: Mood: Tired, nonchalant
:: Music: Master of Puppets - Metallica
My brothers. Are stupid asses.
Alright.
Well.
They get in the car after school and David had apparentally gotten a referral. I don't know if those of you who go to schools out of Florida ( supposing there are people out of the state of Florida that read this ) have referrals, but basiacally they're worse than detentions and often get you Saturday detentions, so on and so forth.
So David, the middle child ( I'm the eldest ) got a referral from his science teacher because apparentally he's terribly unruly in class. So he spends the whole car ride home denouncing each of his 'crimes' committed in the class, how he "doesn't even have toys" and "the class talks ten times more" than him, so of an so forth.
So we get home and Jeremy, the youngest, says,"Her handwriting is about as crooked as her hip." David does the whole "Ooooh, burn" bit and goes inside. JJ goes to get out of the car and my mom snags him by the collar and yanks him back into his seat - she is simply aflame. "What did you say?!"
Now for all of you who know my mom, this honestly was not a smart thing to say infront of her. My mom has a limp as well for she is missing part of her upper leg and so one leg is shorter than the other. Mrs. Speer - David's Science teacher - limps about as well. I don't know her story, but this comment hit the bees nest right on.
My mother was furious. And now the boys are digging up some large accumulation of plants in the backyard that my mom always wanted to remove.
So there you have it.
Stupid asses.
Sometimes I hate middle schoolers.
Well.. most of the time. o--O;;
<3
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