Memos of a Teenage Minority, chapter 6
10-4-06
3:11 P.M.
Dear Journal,
BLARGH! RAWR! HUBBABUBLE! GODZIZZLETWAT! BLAH! I HATE JUAN! I HATE, HATE, HATE, HATE, HATE, HATE HIM!
fgalgbalwytrb3oughw074tgwgs gjksbskvodgwoikn. Okay, here's what happened:
It was fine all day. Right? Yeah, yeah. Whatever. In P.E., Franklin the Biotch was throwing fucking rocks at me. So once again I had to go to Dr. Stewart's office, and she resolved the whole thing. I feel like such a baby. I have to have Mummy solve the situation. kwgfeajfvksaGFVQyo.
So I told what I was doing before they threw the rocks. I told her how something horrible happened the previous day (that whole note situation with Juan), and how I was kind of depressed about it. Then she said she understood, because I was just thinking about my own problems and everything else was just stupid. Yeah. Then she suggested that I talk to a fucking COUNSELOR. So now I have fucking paperwork that I have to show my mom. jshdgjksaflgbew. now she's going to be all worried and stuff. So now my life is only halfway down the tubes.
Ohhh yeah. The Juan deal. He passed me a note, saying 'Hey there'; I just said hi. Then he said, "Leave me alone." Then I told him, "You're the one talking to me, so you leave me alone." And then he said, "No one even wants to talk to you." Then I said, "Do I really care? No. I've got my other friends; I don't need more." And then he said, "Don't talk to me ever again." Then I said, "I never have talked to you, dumbass." And then he said, "I'm sorry!" And then I said, "For what? Being a jackass the past few weeks? Don't be sorry for that, hun. Just leave me the fuck alone."
And he did.
(Wow, that sounded total highschool.)
But then at lunch he had his STUUUUPID friends pick on me. ekrghhvbuikgbskghs. Whatever. Whatever. Whatever.
Ohhh yeah. Sky Lea said she would burn me some CDs. She's giving me Evenesance, The Soundsm and some other band. And I'm giving her UnderØATH, From First to Last, and Green Day.
I miss my Mikey pooooo. SIGN ONNNNNNNN, GADAMNIT!
Well I'm out. Peace, love and... peace?
-Stephanie Rampage
P.S. I hope my mom dosen't flip out about the whole 'counselor' thing.
3:11 P.M.
Dear Journal,
BLARGH! RAWR! HUBBABUBLE! GODZIZZLETWAT! BLAH! I HATE JUAN! I HATE, HATE, HATE, HATE, HATE, HATE HIM!
fgalgbalwytrb3oughw074tgwgs gjksbskvodgwoikn. Okay, here's what happened:
It was fine all day. Right? Yeah, yeah. Whatever. In P.E., Franklin the Biotch was throwing fucking rocks at me. So once again I had to go to Dr. Stewart's office, and she resolved the whole thing. I feel like such a baby. I have to have Mummy solve the situation. kwgfeajfvksaGFVQyo.
So I told what I was doing before they threw the rocks. I told her how something horrible happened the previous day (that whole note situation with Juan), and how I was kind of depressed about it. Then she said she understood, because I was just thinking about my own problems and everything else was just stupid. Yeah. Then she suggested that I talk to a fucking COUNSELOR. So now I have fucking paperwork that I have to show my mom. jshdgjksaflgbew. now she's going to be all worried and stuff. So now my life is only halfway down the tubes.
Ohhh yeah. The Juan deal. He passed me a note, saying 'Hey there'; I just said hi. Then he said, "Leave me alone." Then I told him, "You're the one talking to me, so you leave me alone." And then he said, "No one even wants to talk to you." Then I said, "Do I really care? No. I've got my other friends; I don't need more." And then he said, "Don't talk to me ever again." Then I said, "I never have talked to you, dumbass." And then he said, "I'm sorry!" And then I said, "For what? Being a jackass the past few weeks? Don't be sorry for that, hun. Just leave me the fuck alone."
And he did.
(Wow, that sounded total highschool.)
But then at lunch he had his STUUUUPID friends pick on me. ekrghhvbuikgbskghs. Whatever. Whatever. Whatever.
Ohhh yeah. Sky Lea said she would burn me some CDs. She's giving me Evenesance, The Soundsm and some other band. And I'm giving her UnderØATH, From First to Last, and Green Day.
I miss my Mikey pooooo. SIGN ONNNNNNNN, GADAMNIT!
Well I'm out. Peace, love and... peace?
-Stephanie Rampage
P.S. I hope my mom dosen't flip out about the whole 'counselor' thing.
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