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™
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