Day 45: Homecoming

Oh my god!!!!!!! Remember that hot guy from the football games? Well, he asked me to homecoming today!!! With roses and everything!!! It was so romantic. I am smitten.

Day 44: So, um, yeah

I was going to talk about how Natalie was being a bitch again, but then this tv advertisement came up and, well, I started to see her point. So the reason I'm so mad at Natalie is she started this supper controversial gay rights club. The announcement went out Friday which kind ruined my night. I thought she was just doing it to get noticed, but then this controversial was on.

The ad was this man talking about how wrong gay marriage is and how it is going to eying traditional marriage and everything is going to go down hill. Meanwhile my parents were nodding along and agreeing. Gay marriage is gross and against god's will and stuff. And the whole time I was thinking, isn't this the exact same reasons why slavery was considered okay?

I understand why Natalie is doing this now. She doesn't believe in slavery.

Day 43: Nice guy

I was going to talk about the football game, but you know what, I don't want to, so bug off. Okay?

Day 42: Finally

I finally started to feel better today. Everyone is still ignoring me but, at least my stomach is no longer trying to destroy me. Speaking of destroying me...

Day 41: Still sick

I still feel like shit, and look like shit. I can understand if no one talks to me ever again. I just feel so gross.

Day 40: Meh

I am unimpressed with today. Like nothing happened all day. No one was even talking about the perspective of me and cute boy from Friday together. What is up with people?

Day 39: OK

I feeling much better now it no longer feels like I have a porcupine stuffed down my throught. School  is tomorrow. It has been awful but now I'm OK.

Day 38: Crap

Now I'm one day off. This must be rectified.

Day 36:?

I missed a day again, I think. I really don't give a shit right now though. Of you don't like it eff off, OK. Nobody cares.

Day 36:

I feel like crap.

Day 35: Cutie

I met this supremely adorable guy at the football game tonight. He was tall with brown cuddly hair and this smile that lit up the, well I was going to say room but we were outside. I spent the whole first half trying to get up the courage to go and talk to him.

We made small talk for a while, then he asked me why I had come to talk with him, and I don't know why, but I told him the truth. There as something about him that made talking so simple. He started to talk about how it was usually the men who must make the first move. We got into this deep conversation about the objectification of women and how we still weren't truly equal. Before I knew it it was time to leave.  We swapped our phone numbers and agent our steps rate ways.

My friends were all excited that I had scored with such a hottie, but I felt something more then that. Its spears to find a man who understands and accepts that women are still persecuted.

Day 34: I thought

I thought I was good. I thought I could do it. I. I. I thought...

Day 33: Well that sucks

I didn't  make the cut.

Day 32: Tryouts

Soccer try outs were today. I did great! I think...

Day 31: Oh, fine

Ok, so the reason I was so pissed A while back was because on the bus ride home this bunch of boys from my grade were poking fun at some girl I hardly know. They were calling her a bitch and saying that it didn't matter what her personality was as long as she was hot. I can't believe that people actually feel comfortable saying these sort of things out loud, much less in public. Women are not just here for you to see, dipshits. Sexist, objectifying, womanizing assholes.

Day 30: Rage explanation

Nope, too tired. Goodnight.

Day 29: Continuing

And drive back to the library. I go back to reading and a couple of minuets later my parents come back. Their congratulating me, telling me I'm such a good kid for doing what they asked. It's so over the top I'm starting to feel guilty, but that goes away real quick. They notice the alcohol on my breath and my dad gets really mad and starts yelling. Eventually we get through out of the library for "talking too loudly."

And that's the reason why I didn't write yesterday. Also why day 28's post got cut off in the middle. My parents caught me and I barely had time to upload, much less finish the thought so sorry about that. You can rest happy knowing that another three days got added to my sentence. Thank goodness they go to bed early or you wouldn't have this post either. Now excuse me I'm going to go spell check day 28 now.

Day 28 (ish): Shame

Shame. I forgot a day. I am so sorry one person who reads these. I have a valid excuse though. My parents grounded me for a three whole weeks! Then how are you writing this now, you ask. I snuck upstairs while my parents were out at some dinner party or something. But don't worry I should have plenty of time.

So the reason I have been sent to the pit of eternal suffering for a three is, well, do you remember that party I was talking about a few weeks ago, the one to commemorate the end of summer, the one that my parents didn't want me to go to so I had to go to the library instead. So anyway, I went to the library all calm and complaisant, and asked if I could go read by myself.  My parents agreed so as soon as they turned their backs, I grabbed the car and drove the few miles to the party. I hung out for a while, had a few drinks, heard about Mandy and Tod's breakup , then snuck out he back while no one was looking. It is so not cool to say you have to leave early, let them think I'm in one of the upstairs rooms with Josh or Maric. Like I would ever jump one of their bones.

Where was I, oh, then I get back in the car a

Day 27: RAGE!!!

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so mad.
Tell you tomorrow. I need to cool down.

Day 26: Regrets

I was sick today. It's ironic. The first day I'm not sad about going to school and I get sick. I didn't even have that much fun at home. I mostly just sat around twiddling my thumbs. I'm sure by now you're practically shaking waiting for me to tell you what's so special about today. Well, not that much really I had English, which for the first time, we actually got to talk about interesting English. I also had class with Beth. She's this hot girl that for some reason chose geeks over cheerleaders. She has such a wonderful view point and depth to her I look forward to siting next to her. She couldn't think less of me though. I wish she liked me.

Day 25: Aspirations

I want to be a choir kid. I know that sounds weird coming from a cheerleader, but I really do. Not the singing part, I couldn't care less. It's the dynamic. The way that they know each other so well. They talk about things I don't understand, but they get so into it I wish I did. I want to have that kind of relationship with someone. I know I will never be like them. My type, we always hide our selves so we don't get hurt. The the choir they care so much it makes me hurt to look at them. All that passion. My silly little aspiration.

Day 24: Pain

My head hearts.

Day 23: Weekends

I must interrupt my usual street of bad poetry and social issues to discuss the terrible flaw of weekends. It is as if the person who came up with the idea wanted to find the exact number of days that would simultaneously give you hope of joy and not let you enjoy yourself because it is too short and full of homework and piles of other shit that you had to save for the weekend because the week proper is too full. Aaaaaarghaaaah!


Ok, I'm done now.

Day 22: Syria

I have a feeling this may be a little late coming out because it takes time to type, but I need to get this out there. I can imagine what it would be like to be a victim. Your chest compressing, not being able to breath, every mussel tight, the absolute helplessness. I can't believe someone could do that could willingly kill so many people this way. This needs to stop. I don't know what the right answer is, I just know what happened is wrong. I have to help. I don't know how yet, but I need to. I need to.

Day 21: Yay

I am so happy. Sarcasm! I came down with a terrible cold today, which means I couldn't attend the football game tonight, and it was the first game of the season too! And just in case you're getting the wrong idea that I actually care about a bunch of misogynistic burly boys running about and smashing into each other, I'll let you know I don't care. Why does anyone think of that as a good time? Most of the other girls spend there time imagining the boys naked, and trying to pick out the hottest one, but I couldn't care less. Of course the idea of naked guys makes me hot but running around smashing into each other just isn't interesting. The only reason I show up is it is practically hanging your social life's noose if you don't show. So many things happen and if you're not in on the action something must be wrong with you. But some part of my rejoices at having an excuse not to go.

Day 20: Remodel

You may have noticed the theme change that accompanied yesterday's post. I wanted to focuss more on writing espeshaly with all the new school drama and equally terrible math. So yaaay! New theme!

Day 19: Tick

Tick. Tick. Tick. Goes the sterilized metal clock hanging by a rusty nail from the poorly plastered wall. It's hollow, metallic ring resonated through my empty scull demolishing any thought beginning to swell forth. The smell of old rug mixed with the stench of various perfumes fill the sale air. Some kid across the room sniffles. Tick. Tick. Tick. Above the constant dull monotony of the room clock a teacher speaks in a drone. Words spill forth like water from a faucet. Constant. Drip. The blank dirty white walls seem to swallow the room.  Slowly sucking it up till there is nothing left but peeling paint and crooked staples. Tick. Tick. Tick. The room slowly fades to black. Flashing once before disappearing behind a black curtain. Black.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

I wrote this during English. I liked the idea of describing a extremely boring scene in detail. The idea Of falling asleep came from running out of time. I also like how it is sort of ambiguous about if the person died or not. And if you don't like it go away because this is my blog and I wanted to do a micro story. Haha. Like the Internet actually cares.

Day 18: School grrrrrr

I'm so fed up with the way schools work. There is absolutely no room for people who don't fit this box. Anyone who is different is picked on and shoved into a corner until they conform to the already existing ideas.

Day 17: Sorry and eek

Sorry to no one at all for failing to give a very good post yesterday. I got totally forgot until it was almost to late. Let this blog stand as a testimony to the addictive qualities of YouTube.

On an unrelated note. Aaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!! School is tomorrow. I'm not so much scared for the first day, as I am scared for all the days afterward. It's the beginning of an era and, I don't know if I like it.

Day 16: Aaaaah

11:59 and I'm done!