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okie dokie, so i just got a message (well, prolly got it awhile ago, actually, so i just CHECKED a message) from someone regarding my journal. i'm not exactly sure, but i think they were sayin that my life seems like s**t as far as this thing is concerned (as forest gump would say, s**t happens) but, just to make her feel better, imma write about my life with a HAPPIER tone. let's see how this goes!
studies show that cussing actually relieves stress. no wonder i'm always so chill, =P. my "religious" friend came up with the wild idea to stop cussing, and when i tried to that same day, i failed him in SECOND PERIOD. but what can i say, i felt damn good by the time i walked into third. honestly, when you have a math teacher calling you retarded, you can't just sit there and not say the S word or F word once in awhile.
well, i'm still in third place for fav kid, but it seems some insane circumstances have proved that i shouldn't bother striving for first. apparently, mom and dad found out about my sister having a friend over and gettin drunk. thanks to my mad ninja skills, no one else knows that i participated (hey, i have a much higher tolerance of it anyways. it was like soda, to me) and apparently, she didn't get in any trouble whatsoever! but hey, at least i didn't either.
i dunno if you'd all assumed this or if i've told you, but i'm insanely transexual. see, i had been getting used to the idea that i'm a chick recently. you know, almost being comfortable with my body and my weaknesses and all. and so my friend wanted me to try on a dress. TERRIBLE idea. she told me that i looked pretty. i thought i looked like s**t, though. i looked more like a guy in that dress than i do on an average day! how backwards is that, haha? but yeah, now it's pretty much confirmed that any guy who likes me MUST be gay, and any chick is just straight. it all makes sense, now. haha.
have i ever exactly explained what it is about religious people that i can't quite stand? when people (especially weak minded individuals) "find god" they acquire a superiority complex. man, has my friend been proving me right these past couple days! see, he used to discourage me from going to church and all, not that i particularly liked it anyways. ya know, having people tell me that i sin in my sleep (apparently you have a wet dream, you're breaking a ten commandment!) just isn't my cup of tea. however, now that he doesn't cuss and cuz he goes to church twice a week with posing religious brats, he's under the impression that he's better than anyone else. see, with me, he's given up on telling me off when i cuss in his presence. why? cuz i'm ten times smarter and a much better debater than him. i've got statistics and quick wit that help me while all he can do is stand there and look retarded (uh, this sounds happy, doesn't it? i'm smilin while i write...) apparently, my other friend doesn't tell him off as much as i do, though. it's pretty lame.
and lately i just wanna punch people in the face. people fancy themselves better than me, but that's just cuz i act different than i think. see, i'm smart, even though plenty of people think otherwise. i can break rules, get hyper, randomly dance and still maintain a 3.7 GPA. i can ******** around and text all period and still provide everyone who sits around me with the correct answers. and i don't have to be obnoxious and flaunt my brain to everyone in the classroom for them to realize that i can give them help and tutor them when we get difficult worksheets. but see, there are some people like my religious friend who will look at me for five minutes and judge that i'm so stupid i don't deserve to be in the tenth grade!
one of those dicks is my math teacher, who thinks he's the best brain to grace the earth since the renaissance; who thinks that just cuz i don't show my work, i'm cheating. please explain how i'm cheating on a test when there are no answers in the back and everyone within a one desk radius of me only got C's or D's. i'd LOVE to hear a logical response.
oh! but yesterday was pretty sweet. for starters, my math teacher was gone and i'm pretty sure i passed my test. then in third period, the guy next to me gave me CHOCOLATE so i was gettin a sugar rush (which lasted til after the game when i started crashing and wanted nothing more than to eat and sleep for three days.) we didn't win the football game, but i'm just in the band, and i did a pretty kick a** job marching last night. hella fun!
hmmm. maybe i'm so happy cuz i'm a genius. on the same token, i hate my life cuz of it. i mean, if i were stupid, i prolly wouldn't be able to draw the conclusion that people suck and everything i do means abosolutely nothing cuz unless you got power, you aint s**t.
sorry if this sounds pessimistic. i'm a great kid, i have tons of fun. i live a life as fun as it gets without breaking too many rules and laws and trying to have certain people love me despite that i'm gay. sue me if you dont like it, but as long as i'm happy, it shouldn't matter how this sounds.
thanks for reading. much love. later
 the_forgotten_thought · Sat Sep 19, 2009 @ 08:51pm · 0 Comments |
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