“A hideous ecstasy of fear and vindictiveness…”

“A hideous ecstasy of fear and vindictiveness…”
Tomorrow is FCAT, unfortunately, and for some unexplainable reason, I’ve become irritated. I finished my essay, so I should be happy, right? Brandon is being a fucking douche bag. Oh! Shit! Here comes the rant:
What the fucking shit? I mean. I’m generally a good student. I turn in my homework, study, pay attention, help other kids, but somehow, when it comes to doing Tiffany’s grades, he can’t fucking add. Alright, so we did an extra credit activity involving surface area, volume, and area. I got a twenty a ten the first time, corrected it, and got a twenty. Understandable, correct? 10+10=20. But Tiffany for a fuckin’ twenty-two, checked it, and somehow got a goddamned forty-eight. How the shit did you get forty eight? 22+22=…48??? What the fuck? I hate that pedophile dick, Mr. Bakker, those damn facial pubes. Speaking of pubes, some girl left pubes on the toilet, and I’m gonna find out too. I mean, now I don’t want to even go in there anymore. >.>
I’m a bit drove. This blog is short, because I have to resume copying my essay long hand.
Bye.
KattKatastrophic®

Screenwriting an Apology

I would suppose, because Ashley was highly upset, that I owe her an apology for the "no one likes her like that" comment. What I said was unprecedented and mean, I'm sorry I was mad, but honestly, it's a blog and I was mad so what I said was to hurt your feeling intentionally. You do it all the time, but whatever, I'm sorry, okay Ashley.

THE END

KattKatstrophic

Ranch-flavored Goldfish are Falling From the Sky!

Your finger say to [c o m e]
But You're eyes say I should stop it

Okay people, so it’s been exactly twelve days since the last time I blogged, and sadly, there’s not much to report on. Although, so minor stuff happened.
Uno. I got into IB for next year.
Dos. I made a new friend, his name is Marcello, and he’s pretty chill.
Tres. My dislike of Mark grew a little.
Cuarto. I became tinkerbell. [I’ll elaborate later]
Cinco. We stared doing math I knew how to do already.
Seis. I made a decision that my friends don’t agree with.
So, here it goes. It’s twelve days until I hit one five, I’m not all that excited. Well, I am, but I’m uncomfortable, and pissed off because I forgot to put my laudry in the dryer, so my wardrobe(which consist mostly of dark clothes) is all out of wack. I don’t want to wear white. I don’t care if it’ll be dark, white glows. >:[ <---That’s my mad face. So, how about so sections?!
f.r.i.e.n.d.s.
So, I’m on speaking terms with Tiffany, but I no longer feel sympathy with her. She has changed categories, if you feel me. Like, at the beginning of the year, I thought I could, perhaps, trust her, that was wrong, and extremely naive of me to think. She’s a whore, she’s said so herself, and she did something that was horrible, that supposedly I did too [I didn’t]. Douche bag. Ashley is being strange, and almost clingy. I lub the girl, but she’s starting to step on my nerves, ever since that whole…cheap shot thing. Olivia is awesome; she’s my face eating, amazing friend. But back to Ashley, she needs to chill out. Not my fault no one likes her like that. –sighs- What happened to good old fashioned friendships, the ones not based on shallow, phallic, endeavors and vain attempts at finding “the one”. Oh, right, we hit puberty. Darn. I think I’m doing to endeavor to have more guy friends, at least I won’t have to worry about them trying to block…hopefully.
.m.o.n.e.y.
I owe fifteen sixty in book fines, I have to pay them down. My mom found out, and she says to break the habit. I loaned Chris a dollar, but later he gave me his potatoes so I’m supposed to forget all about it. I told him I would, so I guess we can consider it forgotten. I got the actual debit card on Tuesday, the one with my name on it. :] “Katherine E. don’tstalkme!”, It’s great. That’s going quiet well, I’m happy to inform.
.s.c.h.o.o.l.
I got a ‘C’ on my freaking Spanish test, but I guess that doesn’t account for the fact I haven’t done the oral part. Gahh, I have a headache, and I need to shower. I joined TSA, but it is extremely unorganized, and Blake [a local douche bag] is trying to use Adarius [ a local hot mess] as a puppet head, which I will not allow. That was my idea. Haha, no, but I’m secretary…hehe. I’m in TSA for photography, which isn’t all that exciting, but I get to touch a camera. Seizure kid, Zach, was back at school. Every time I look at thim, I’m afraid he might go into another seizure, so needless to say, we don’t speak—at all. I just ignore his comments now. We got a CCOT[Continuity and Change Over Time] essay for the weekend, and we’re supposed to read Chapter 22, all of that, plus the chapters I need to make up are basically my homework for this weekend. But that’s gonna wait because I’m going to the movies.

Keep talking
‘cause I love to hear your voice
I’m going to get dressed now.
G’evening.
KatKatastrophic™