The Worst Life Ever!
It really sucks......
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Ok, this past week was probably one of the worst weeks in my life. Well, at least that I remember. Interums are supposed to arrive in the mail sometime this week. Well earlier last week teachers started to tell you what your interum grade was going to be. Well it turns out that in my Health class (which if you fail, you are an idiot) I have a C+ only because I didn't turn in two assignments. And then in Biology, I also have a C+ because of two tests in that class that I totally bombed. Well, then you have geometry....which I'm not a big fan of math. So you can only come to beilieve that I also have a C+ in that class as well. And as for the other classes I don't know just because the teachers didn't give out the grades. What I'm really worried about is my History grade. I hate history, but always seem to pull it off with a B+ or higher. But for some reason I'm always nervous about the grade. But I do know that I have a B- in English, which isn't all that bad. I could have a better grade, but my teacher is such a stickler when it comes to vocab. tests. You must spell everyword right in the sentence she gives you or you get like five points knocked off. Or if you forget to put your student number on your paper you get five points whacked off. Which I've forgot to put on a couple times.
And then someone, well more like something very close to me died this week. It was my cat, Puddy. You might think this is funny like some of my friends did, but unfourtunatly he got ran over by a combine. We noticed that he'd been missing for a day, which doesn't happen often. Well, my dad was walking out in the bean field that's practically in our back yard. He found the cat's tail and one of it's feet. Then two days later, which was yesterday....my dad found the rest of the cat. He had managed to crawl back to the very spot he was born. Poor thing, all mangled, just lying there. I think it was best I wasn't home when they found him. I don't really get all worked up when one of our animals die. But this cat was very special to me and my family. He did have a brother and a sister. But when they were still kittens they die.(Which we think was from being inbreds.) And his mom died also after being hit when crossing the road. We still have his dad though. But I raised the cat when he was a baby since he had no mother. And now he's simply gone. He was still little, not eve fully grown and a little over a year old.
And then you all know about the other problems that have been going on with me. All the depression. Gosh, I just hate it all. I went to homecoming this weekend. It was ok. But I was like the only one there out of all of my friends that didn't have a date. I look around and see everyone one of my friends with either his or her b/f or g/f having a good time. And then me, just there with no one, not even a date. Yeah yeah, I did ask Brandon, and didn't really pressure him to go with me. If he did he did and if he didn't he didn't. It really didn't bother me that he didn't go. But I did find out that he didn't go because of the obsession of the other girls. He wanted to come, but for that reason he didn't. But I guess that's ok too. I mean, I wouldn't want like 8 girls obsessing over me and not leaving me alone.
The band we had was cool. And so was the dj. So yeah, I guess I kinda just grabbed one of my friends brother on everyslow song, just so i didn't have to stand there and watch everone else. I did make people mad though, just because they liked the guy i was dancing with, but I really didn't care. If they want to come beat me up, i really don't care. Let 'em. I really just don't care anymore about anything. If people want to be my friend they can and if they don't want to that's fine too. I'll just kinda be here in my own little corner. If people wanna talk to me, I'll be here to talk and be your friend if that's what you want. But rather than that, I just don't care about diddly-squat anymore. I think it's better that way, just go about things the way Jeffers and Brandon do, just not caring about anything. Who knows, it could help......
~carebear~
And then someone, well more like something very close to me died this week. It was my cat, Puddy. You might think this is funny like some of my friends did, but unfourtunatly he got ran over by a combine. We noticed that he'd been missing for a day, which doesn't happen often. Well, my dad was walking out in the bean field that's practically in our back yard. He found the cat's tail and one of it's feet. Then two days later, which was yesterday....my dad found the rest of the cat. He had managed to crawl back to the very spot he was born. Poor thing, all mangled, just lying there. I think it was best I wasn't home when they found him. I don't really get all worked up when one of our animals die. But this cat was very special to me and my family. He did have a brother and a sister. But when they were still kittens they die.(Which we think was from being inbreds.) And his mom died also after being hit when crossing the road. We still have his dad though. But I raised the cat when he was a baby since he had no mother. And now he's simply gone. He was still little, not eve fully grown and a little over a year old.
And then you all know about the other problems that have been going on with me. All the depression. Gosh, I just hate it all. I went to homecoming this weekend. It was ok. But I was like the only one there out of all of my friends that didn't have a date. I look around and see everyone one of my friends with either his or her b/f or g/f having a good time. And then me, just there with no one, not even a date. Yeah yeah, I did ask Brandon, and didn't really pressure him to go with me. If he did he did and if he didn't he didn't. It really didn't bother me that he didn't go. But I did find out that he didn't go because of the obsession of the other girls. He wanted to come, but for that reason he didn't. But I guess that's ok too. I mean, I wouldn't want like 8 girls obsessing over me and not leaving me alone.
The band we had was cool. And so was the dj. So yeah, I guess I kinda just grabbed one of my friends brother on everyslow song, just so i didn't have to stand there and watch everone else. I did make people mad though, just because they liked the guy i was dancing with, but I really didn't care. If they want to come beat me up, i really don't care. Let 'em. I really just don't care anymore about anything. If people want to be my friend they can and if they don't want to that's fine too. I'll just kinda be here in my own little corner. If people wanna talk to me, I'll be here to talk and be your friend if that's what you want. But rather than that, I just don't care about diddly-squat anymore. I think it's better that way, just go about things the way Jeffers and Brandon do, just not caring about anything. Who knows, it could help......
~carebear~
Farm cats tend to die such horriffic deaths.
