3.30.2005
I basically had a bad day. Shall I just right into it or talk about the lovely things first? No.. I think I shall save them for last so I can leave you with mixed feelings.The following section will consist of several images of writings I have done through out the school day and inserts of text. Hurray. We are so happy.
....to apologize profusely. MMmmm... blue starburst. So they continued to lecture me anyway. I even raised my voice at them. Eventually the nurse left and the councilor finally found his office.
"Oh good, you're here"
"You need to talk to me? Well, I have to go to a meeting. Bye."
The councilor lost his office again. The open road is so much more appealing to him. Loser. That's a half an hour of my time wasted on stupid people. Again.
So he left and the secretary rolled her eyes at him.
"Can I use your phone to call my mom because she knows more about this than I do?"
"Oh, why don't you go to the nurses office to call her?"
Because the nurse is a crack pot and my real motive is to complain about everything.
"Okay."
So I told my mom this was all garbage and the nurse caught the phone from me and lectured my mom(while looking at me to give me the same message. Again.).
Was that all that happned that that day? From then on everything is blurred together. Except for the cheerleaders. I remember that clearly.
So, since I was gone, the cheerleaders all gained an extra 20 pounds and all sat down at their table at the same time. That would have been so hilarious to see. Fat cheerleader-wannabes.
Bad things became of this. I think it's safe to say that people should expect you to sit in the same place you've sat for nearly the entire school year(however many days that is). I would think someone might get a little upset for being kicked out.
Yes, the cheerleaders broke into the Bastille and captured the prisoner. Out table. Our dignity. Our souls.
Needless to say, I'm sick and tired of people pushing me around. I sat with them.
"Hey, I don't think it should have anything to do with us that you don't have your table to sit at for now blah blah blah" and I said stuff assertively.
They're response was "uhh. sure. you can sit here." like it was just me. Lame. Jerks. Fat cheerleaders.
So we sat. Sam and I. On the edge. Like losers. Forever. Eventually we shrivled up and died.
No, not really. We got hungry and frusterated so we were about to leave when I opened my big mouth. Four words.
"Thank for being gay."
They responded in a non so mannerly way. I should have expected. Dummy me. I freaked out and it gets worse from there. It was all just stupid and mental-likeish.
Anywho, the principle got involved and garbage and she could have cared less. Mool. P. Moolp.
Other than that, we've stormed the table again today(although with backup this time) and all went well and peaceful(I was afraid of being killed). That was good.
Sam noticed something. I'm prideful. Darn. That can't be good.
Mainly days have consisted of dragging my work outof my teachers, being lectured by the lazy P.E. guy, and being hollered at for "being the the wrong hall."
Uhhh... I had more to write about. But I forgot.
S'all for now. Hopefully the next update will occur in the same month.
-lee
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.::. Lisa .::. 8:00 PM
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Who is this WhiteMateria person you speak of?
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