God I'm pissed. I'm doing really good in all my classes except for World Studies I , it's just the same shit as in World Studies II >=(  but the answers are harder to find, ftw.

So my mom usually does those for me.

I got an incomplete on my reportcard for that class because I failed the last submission I had to do, I tried redoing it like 4 times. Still no luck. SO

I email the teacher and asked what questions I got wrong. YOU KNOW WHAT HE FUCKING SAID TO ME?

SORRY I DON'T GIVE THAT INFORMATION OUT, JUST LOOK OVER ANY OF THE ONES YOU WEREN'T SURE OF!!

Okay dick head, I'm not sure of ANY of them. And yanno what else,  SCREW YOU ALL OFF DICK HEAD I HOPE YOU BURN IN AN ETERNAL INFERNO D<

But other than that my grades are the best they've been in 3 years.

I fuckin hate people.

Aside from that my cousin is back in the hospital, his white blood cell count is .1 D= , not good at all. I'm so worried. God I hope he makes it through this. Things aren't looking good at all, be strong Aiden!

It's finally snowing outside. It's pretty.

I have my AC on though, it's really hot upstairs for some reason.

I made some artsy fartsy shit, I'll put it under a cut, check it out...

Man I dneno. I need to do something interesting.

<3 Mark

A couple of meaningless things before I rant on.

My pink dye came out for the most part.

I get my bunny Friday.

We're going in to bitch at the school tomorrow.

And I'm bored like mad. So here's the rant. FORWARD MINIONS FORWARD



It's the fourth of July, I expected it would be lame. But I didn't know it would be quite so lame.

I've been up since last night, my mom's been up since 4am. She's cried today. She's been miserable.

My dad said he wanted a divorce and that he threw all our stuff outside and if we wanted it to come pick it up off the lawn.

My dad disgusts me, how dare he call himself a father. He's a pathetic excuse for a damn father.

All my life I've tried to believe, things WILL get better, and they haven't gotten any goddamn better, it's gotten worse.

And very few people know what it's like, sure other people are worse off...but that doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt.

Nobody should have to go through life doubting themselves and their motives.

I want to be happy, but maybe I wont be able to achieve that until I'm free on my own.

Life always seems to rain on my parade.

But you know what, life can suck my balls. I have a wonderful mother, and wonderful siblings, and although few, I've got some really great friends.

They've all stuck by me through thick n thin, the nice n the ugly, the darkness n light, the bad and the good, and I've never really said thank you to any of them.

Thank you, half of them wont see this sadly, not many people read my journals.

But Thank you.

Most days I lay in bed asleep, or playing video games. Some days I spend with my awesome friends...other days are bad days.

I can stand boring.

But bad days make me doubt everything about life and about myself.

I want to leave this shit hole town some day, and hopefully I will.

Even if I don't have what it takes to be a model, I've still got my skills with some paper and whatever makes lines.

Something has to take me somewhere you know?!

I'm not a hard worker, but if I need to be I can be, I'm not polite but if I need to be I can be, I'm not sympathetic but if I need to be I can be.

Life's a horrible little crack whore bitch, I hate it but I try to endure. Because although my dad situation may never get better, there are other things.

So life's been life, complete with ups and downs.

I sprained my foot last week. Haha, it hurt like a bitch but I'm finally able to limp around on it so it's all good. It's been turning some disturbing colors XD, it makes it look like it's gonna rot off. It's kinda interesting.

Well now that I'm injured Duncan is all better. Beau had beat him up really bad and more than anything his spirit was broken. That was the last straw for Beau though, we got him fixed. Hopefully that helps, I'd hate to see him get put down. I love Beau but he's an ass.

Cheshire is finally home with me. My fat little bitch face ^.^

My dad is still drinking. He claims he misses us but he must not miss us that bad if he wont give up. Whatever though, I try to mentally prepare myself for whatever life throws at me. Sometimes I'm ready sometimes I'm not.

A good example of not being ready is my report card coming ... I think I failed. That's odd because I was doing fine in all but two of my classes. My mom is gonna call and find out what the hell is up so kudos to her. The whole thing makes me cry I hate it. It's not my fault they didn't explain things right off the bat.

Our school district is ridiculous. I can't wait to graduate. Unlike most teenagers I actually give a damn about my education, I have a hell of a time keeping up with it but I try.

It seems all my friends like to disappear on the same week leaving me with nothing to do. Jermi is in SC and Molly was in Arkansas, they'll both be home soon enough though. Rikki is here but it's hard to do anything with her because of my foot. We usually walk around and well I can't do that. Those three are really the only people I associate with, which is alright with me, I love them all to death.

I can't wait til' they get back. It's been boring with nothing to do. Although I suppose that might be a good thing because of the foot. So I guess it keeps me off that.

Brenda took good care of me while I was there, she's like my second mommy it's glorious.

For some reason I've really been itching to go shopping. Hopefully I can hold off until my birthday. Speaking of which I wonder if I'll get to see my niece and nephew seeing as to my niece has the same birthday as me. She'll be 5 and I'll be 15...10 years apart.

Well enough rambling...

Stefi Monster