Warning: Mild vulgarities.
Life's a bitch.
Okay. Here's the scoop on Scrabble.
I lost a game by 3 points. How? I have to idea... some quirk of nature... some fiasco...(yup, stole that from dahling no. 1) I totally screwed it up. I'm not proud of it, not happy about it and I like, duh, didn't wish it happened. But it did so I'm gonna just let it blow by and get on with my utterly miserable teenage life where I'm so sure everyone's out to get me. (which is so true)
Anyways, Laura was the only one of us who won all 3 games. Fantastic. Congratulations Laura dear, 2nd place, look forward to your wins again next year! Although, I don't know if I'll still be around to witness the spectacular event.
Scrabble isn't the only thing that's gone wrong. My grades suck. Yeah and if you think your grades stink, mine's worse... and I'm talking shit marks. And I have to deal with my parents and their relentless nagging that's driving me to the grave. Gawd, sometimes its like the world doesn't understand me and I'm like an alien or something. Alone. sigh*
Geez, I'm so tired of being so optimistic. Being hopeful sucks. I mean, it really breaks us down sometimes.
Let's do an all round recap of what's been going on during my past year in sec 4. So many things have changed and I'm finding it really difficult to cope.
And ah, bloody hell. (forgive my vulgarities, I learnt it from Mr AnTony) Its just such a shit year. Feel like taking it and tossing it into the toilet, flush it down and hope it never turns up at my doorstep.
The thing is, I don't know what's wrong with me. I mean, I have all the knowledge in my head but when it comes to answering questions, I'm blank. Totally Blank. I guess sometimes I confuse some of my teachers coz they don't understand why, according to them, I can bring forth a good argument in speech but fail to do so on paper. Why? I don't know. I'm stumped on this one too.
Anyways. I'm pretty much done here. Nothing else I have to bitch about. so ta.
*Stargazer*
watched the stars @
*6:27 AM*
SANTA MONICA In santa monica in the winter time The lazy streets so undemanding I walk into the crowd In santa monica you get your Coffee from The coolest places on the Promenade Where people dress just so Beauty so unavoidable everywhere You turn It’s there I sit and wonder what am i Doing here But on the telephone line i Am anyone I am anything I want to be I could be a super model or Norman mailer And you wouldn’t know the Difference Or would you In santa monica all the people got Modern names Like jake or mandy And modern bodies too In santa monica on the boulevard You’ll have to dodge those In line skaters Or they’ll knock you down I never felt so lonely Never felt so out of place I never wanted something more Than this But on the telephone line i Am anyone I am anything I want to be I could be a super model or Norman mailer And you wouldn’t know the Difference On the telephone line I am Any height I am any age I want to be I could be a caped crusader or Space invader And you wouldn’t know The difference Or would you
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