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January 30 Ugh.So much for bombing that math final ... I actually got an 88 percent. Hmph. That was pretty much a fluke. =\ I thought I got the wrong test ...
My head is killing me ... like, seriously. My temples, and everything. It was really hard to keep my eyes open all day ... ugh. Horrible.
Today, my first Drama class. I hated it, because she hates me. v_v
Today, my first Christian Ethics class. I think he knows I'm a smart kid or something. For all his questions, he always glanced over at me ... Me: x_# *passes out from headache.*
X_# ... funny.
Today, my first Science class. Holy kadoolie ... not going to be easy. I can tell already our class will have an hour of detention every day. We did some crazy quiz thing today about ourself ... I unno ... it was nuts. But yeah. We haven't finished it yet. He picks on certain kids though ... as long as I'm not one of them, I'm alright.
My eyes are still killing me ... Right now, I can hardly keep them open. It's like: e_e ... murmyyy.
o_o MURMY = MOMMY.
Tomorrow, my first Home Economics class. =D I dropped Industrial Arts ... too bad though ... I like that kind of stuff. But if the highest mark I can get is an 80, which I won't, that's not working out for me. ~_~
I feel like a nerd ... I joined that math contest thing. =\ LMFAO. Ahhh ... I didn't want to ... but they were short like one person, and I was like, "FINE! -_-" Crap ... NEEERD. One sec, I gotta' go check if I'm busy that weekend.
Now I'm typing with one hand cause I'm eating an apple. There, now I spit a piece out. It was stuck in my teeth, had to pry it out with a knife. ~_~ And I guess I'm going ... cause I'm not busy that weekend. O_O ... WHY!? WHY! Heck, maybe it'll be fun? =D Meh. It's an experience ... fuck those un-nerdish people. v_v
o_o. Alright. That's it for now. Short little blurb.
Ciao,
Megan January 27 Mr. Jones ...Mr. Jones ... a good song by Counting Crows. I like it.
Hmmm ... My heart hurts alot lately. And I dunno' if it's just heart burn, or something else. Lmao. Maybe it's my stomach ... *cries because of her lack of knowledge on the human body.* Maybe I'm just heart sick. o_o Meh. Oh well. I'll get ov'r it.
Welp. That's my new ... space thingy. Kind of interesting. Hmmm. HAAA. o_o Yup. Add me. Look around. I don't give a shit ...
I dunno' what's up with me lately. It's like, I've lost this happiness thing. And I've lost the sadness thing. It's like I'm just a neutral blob, rolling around, picking things up ... Lmfao. Yeah. That, and I'm jealous alot lately ... =\ I unno ... It's pretty intense. Hmph.
I kind of ... feel like ... the world is flat. It's not round. We've been lied to all of our lives. o_o Yup.
I'm always tired lately ... just ALWAYS tired. =\ I unno. Maybe I'm depressed or something. But I don't have a reason to be. I need a traumatic event, like a death, to just wake me up. =\ I WANT TO WAKE UP! From this tired, depressed and ugly state. o_o Blurrrb.
Anyway, I'm majorly bored. Just sitting around, waiting to talk to Chris. But ... I guess he's not on. v_v WAH. *twitches around.* I like making up words. Like lrumba. o_o Rumba. And ... l. LMAO. Crap. Uhhh ... Let's see.
Report cards next Friday! *dances.* And uh, well, I'm scared for this semester guys. v_v I got Grela ... for Science. I'm prepared for bitchiness. x_x Well, I've been told to be prepared for it. Ummm ... hmmm. And Hoffort for Christian Ethics. But he's supposed to be really nice. So yay.
o_o. Something is making me pissed off ... I just can't put my finger on it. AHA, I know now. But not for this blog. =\ LMAO. I so hate when people do that. "I'm mad about something ... oh, now I remember!" "Tell me!" "No way." "Then why did you bring it up?" "BECAUSE, HO!"
x_x So. Life is boring. So am I. Get over it. Kudos,
Megan
P.S. I see MSN has made some changes ... hmph. =\ Curious. January 19 YES. =DSo happy. We got 5/7 of our subject marks today. And yeah ... pretty awesome.
I'll give em to you. I'm happy, I suppose. Jessica's marks are all above 95 though. That's definately impressive.
Alright, here we go:
English AP - 97%.
Math AP - 89%.
French - 94%.
Health - 93%.
I.P./Computers - 98%.
Alright, I'm off now. I'll put some more later.
Muah,
Megan January 16 Parents?PARENTS. SUCK.
Oh my gawed. It's not even funny.
Fuck, they complain about me never appreciating what they do for me ... How about what I do for them!? I take the bus all the time now, to and from school, cause they don't have "time." And, I do so much work for them around the house, and get nothing in return. For example, I just shovelled the driveway? ~_~ My brother, however, picks up something on the floor and they buy him a game for his PSP? AND, I'm the one with the super high marks. He's the one that's practically failing. But no, it doesn't matter to them. They even told me so.
I mean, really. And when I come home from school, every day, my mom is always bothering me and asking me questions. o_o So when I don't answer them, she has a fucking freak out, and gets really mad at me. I mean, I'VE HAD A HARD DAY, OKAY? I don't need this shit. ~_~
Know what's stupider? She bought me this shirt. But I was sick all weekend, so I didn't have time to try it on ... so she returns it! SHE RETURNS IT. It's like, don't buy me clothes if you're just going to return them.
GAR! *breaks something.* o_o Am I allowed to do that on public telev- ... Oh, okay. >.> *erases all that.*
I just wanna' laugh for a bit. My day is good until I get home. I hate coming home. Home = bad. HOME = VERY BAD! *cries.* I wish I could go to one of those like dorming schools. I wouldn't have to worry about talking to my parents. o_o
What I hate the most ... is that my parents always make fun of me. It kind of hurts. Like, they'll whisper crap, and then my mom and my brother will just make fun of me in front of me. It's always my mom though ... She's always the one that makes fun of me. I called me brother a butt cheese once, a BUTT CHEESE. And she's like, don't talk about your brother like that. I was like oh, but you make fun of me with him and it doesn't matter? She's just liek ... yeah, I know. GOD. v_v
o_o Sometimes I even wonder if they know I exist. It's not really my dad at all. Just the rest of the family. Some things just make me really mad ... like how my brother had "depression" ... yeah, that's fucking bullshit. He has fucking anger issues, and he's abusive. I've never heard someone swear more, or put me down more. o_o He pushed my mom down the stairs once ... she still loves him more though. I don't know why. She denies it ... but she admitted it once. =\ Will I ever let that go? I doubt it.
Anyway, I slept upstairs when he had depression ... We had rooms next to eachother. Sometimes he'd be bawling and screaming, and sometimes I'd hear what he'd say ... It was stuff like he wouldn't sleep in the room next to me because I'm the devil. o_o How the fuck do they think that made me feel? He used to beat me up all the time. My parents didn't even care ...
I know this is boring. But you don't have to read it. I just have to get it out. =\ Lol.
So they sent him to the hospital in Regina. He was there for like two months. Those were the two happiest months of my life, not kidding either. I don't think I can ever love him anymore, just pity him. o_o How can you love someone who fucked up your life like that for so long? MOTHER FUCKER COCKINASDFLKJ. God. *breathes.* Sometimes when I get mad like this, I just think about this crap. But I'll write it down if I can. Just so I can read it over and remember how much my family makes me sad. v_v
Hmmm. Anyway. So I go to visit him in the hospital two hours away. I get there, and I'm sitting on his bed and his roomie kind of person walks in. He's like, "Are you Kyle's sister?" "Yeah?" "He told me he broke your neck." ... I COME TO VISIT HIM, RECONCILE, AND HE'S TELLING PEOPLE HE KILLED ME? Lmao. I thought it was funny, until now. Once he admitted that he purposely makes my life miserable ... great, right? =D
He's just stupid. He's a loser. Same with my mom. The only person that I need is my dad. They can't care about me that much if they mistreat me so frequently. ~_~ Wow. I've had this bottle up forever. o_o WEO. I still feel hurt. But that's okay. v_v I can't wait till I'm on my own.
XD! Yeah. That was probably boring if you actually even read it. Sorry peops,
Megan January 15 Mama.LIFE SUCKS!
What the fuck, I know. *breaks down crying.* Ummm ... I'm going swimming tomorrow. YES. Huh. FUCK! Ahhh. *stabs eyes out.* People like me are not meant to have blogs.
Pretty = skinny, good height, good teeth, and normal.
FUCKING HELL. I THOUGHT IT WAS 10:17 FOR ALL THIS TIME CAUSE MY CLOCK STOPPED WORKING. AND IT'S REALLY 10:47 PM. NUUU. MAMA! JUST KILLED A MAN! GOD. NO. AH. SCREW IT! Anyone who just tuned in, I'm an emotionally deprived child that's chewing on ... uh ... candy corn. Crap. Chris is gonna' get a kick out of this one. Megan January 04 It Ends Tonight=D That has nothing to do with this entry at all. It's just the song I'm listening to. The All-American Rejects. >.> Alright.
Pretty much, I'm just very depressed right now because I really don't want to go back to school. Like at all. I just want to stay home. Stay up late. Talk. =( It's depressing. But before, I was so bored I wanted to back to school. That pisses me off. Lmao. *slaps self.*
Anyway, back to The All-American Rejects. Whoever wrote all their song lyrics, must have had a major bad break up. o_o No kidding, right? I still love 'em. Great band. Great sound, great lyrics, and that's the way the kewkie crumbles! Kewkie. Hehe. >.>
Sometimes, I just totally write my song lyrics into this thing. And then I stop. And look around. And delete it all. It's a habit. But I'm such an obsessive over music. I LOVE IT. o_o GAR.
God. SoOoOoOo BORED. Tired. Sick. I JUST DON'T WANT TO GO BACK. And then I have to go somewhere to do fundraising today. ~_~ What the hell is this! I wanna' throw up on someone's cock for this. o_o Then make the cock go attack someone else's cock. >.> COCK FIGHT!
Why couldn't I have just said rooster? I don't know.
o_o So. How's life? Well, life is a bummer really. It's like ... I should have killed myself on New Year's Day and then put a note saying, "LIFE IS A BUMMER REALLY! No. Not really. BUT IT'S BORING, AND IT SUCKS!"
But that wouldn't be very cool. =\
Anyway, since I'm reading Harry Potter (the sixth one) for the second time, I gotta' mention their little English words. ^_^ Mkay, when I was reading like the fourth HP book, I noticed in a sentence she put something about how Ron "cottoned" on quickly. And I was like, isn't it supposed to caught on? Oh well, just a simple error no one caught. Then, when I was reading the sixth one, I noticed it again! Therefore, I had to go look it up.
intr.v. Informal cot·toned, cot·ton·ing, cot·tons
Oh! OH! Look at this. Informal writing. ~_~ Gar. THANKS, J.K. ROWLING. Lmao. I do understand though. I guess it's not British. Funky. Megan January 01 She SaysAnd when she said she wants somebody else,
I hope you know that she doesn't mean you. And when she breaks down and makes a sound, You'll never hear her the way that I do. And when she says she wants someone to love, I hope you know that she doesn't mean you. And when she breaks down and lets you down, I hope you know that she doesn't mean to. That song is amazing. All of it. I just picked that part out because I totally get that, right? Just makes amazing sense. o_O Maybe just me. But anyway. Short entry. Basically, New Years countdown was pretty funny. Alex was going pretty crazy there. O_O Lmao. I mean, in his imitation alone, he knocked over something. >.> Lmao.
Anyways, tomorrow I shall put a better entry. Just wanted to get that song out. She Says by Howie Day, by the way. I heard it tonight, at Cara's, when we were doing that "Do You Know" thing. Lmao. =D Coolio, folks.
Basically Harry Potter ... I unno. Not much to say. It was probably a really hard book to summarize into that much time, but yeah. Maybe a 3.3/5. I even saw it twice. =D It was alright; nothing moving or anything. But yeah. v_v
I'll tell you all about New Year plans tomorrow.
Happy New YEARS,
Megan
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