still grad projectless

who really just wants to get her fucking GED and get the hell out of that shitty place?
damn straight
i've developed frome "i hate this fucking place"
to "can i just get my fucking GED and be done with this shit?!?!"

so facebook stalking people i've spent 9 years with then just kind of lost may not be a good thing
they made me laugh
cuz i hate most of them
but you know, i guess i didnt ALWAYS hate them, because there HAS to be a time in ur life where u dnt know what hate is
right?

sorry for the bad spelling
my fire fox is being lame and not highlighting shit
and i cant manage to find the spell check button on this
i know, i know, it's sad

im gonna go read bury your head now..
then maybe get some sleep
who knows ne more, because i sure as hell dont..

i also looked up a deism was
cuz i was having a convo with someone about my outlook on garbage
and he said i seemed like one
so i looked it up
and it makes alot of sense, idk tho
maybe its just me...

and im still in disbeleif that what happened last night actually happened
and yea, i still am kinda pissed
but idk
i kno people care
over react yes
i need to either give them my house number or peoples numbers that have my house number
seeing as how my parents are kinda completley pissed at my friends
woop-dee-fucking doo

idk
i think im gonna quit drama
cuz last year i got SOOOOOO much fucking worse at drama
and if shit like this is already going down, it may be safer for me to leave
but, we arnt gonna b at the theater as long
and a few of the people that kept pissing me off are gone
but i do hate that me and some one have to share a 2 min part
=\
booo, thats just fucked up
like come on ringold. grow some fucking balls and cut people

and theres the devils name again...
gawd, i blame him for everything
cuz he is alwways fucking involved in my missery
somehow

i need help in grad project
he gets me off topic
i tell him i wanna change my grad topic
he says no
i say i wanna go into music production
he says i cant
then points out all the reasons im unable to
telling me in not good enough
i would of had a good part in drama if it wernt from him
if he wouldnt of told me [after i memorized it] that i couldnt do that monoluge and had to to a different one
he pulls me out of class, that i struggle in as is
then sends me on a wild goose chase to find a paper that i turned in cuz he doesnt update shit
he pulls me out of class to tell me i need atleas a 2.5 to stay in drama this trimester
i had i 3.05 last trimester, its like he thinks i had below a 2.5
gawd, i could go on and on forever
with all the reasons he pisses me off

gawd
i need to stop bitching about my life
i need to actually quit a few things
and i have an idea on how to quite one thing
or at least try to
because i kno wat i wanna do
and i've done it b4
but it didnt really work
but im gonna try it again
and i think that this time it will work
and even tho ill b misseriable
i can think of a few people that would be happy
or relived
im like, really excited about doing this too
its not even funny
well actually, its depressing
well either way it is
but a smile arises across my face wen i think about it
so, it cant be too bad
i mean, its not one of my demented smiles

i've givin off hints about something thats been on my mind
for the past few years
i didnt straight up tell ne one
but i think they know
i kind of hinted
but if they noticed, they didnt acknwledge nething
which i guess is good
but im still scared that im going to have to relive that moment
with some one else
and the hinting will stip here
as much as i want to go on...

The Rev died, and im going to mourn that for quite some time...

just thinking of some of this shit is making me ansey and shakey
and i've been tired since like 6
ugggg
fml?
nah

i miss my 'deep' blogs
they made me thing
and i still remember who "bury your head" was about
odd i remember the title?
maybe
odd i remeber posting it to my live journal from my phone going under the tunnel from dwn twn to the junction
yes
how?
idk
why?
idk