Stay With Your Man Awhile
Thursday, Feb. 19, 2004 // 8:06 pm
I've been thinking of getting a new diary. This one has all my uncomfortable outings and tellings about Neil who is so dumb, I don't even know where to begin. I could just start fresh. I need a good username that is really original though.
Yesterday I went to youth group. Colette picked me up and Nate drove me home. I was obnoxious. A couple people there were stoned and they kept touching my hair. Nothing much to say, really. My ears really hurt yesterday, also. Michael probably hates me. I haven't gave him a hug for days.
Neil is retarded. Brittney is sort of mad at me. I wish I had friends like in Swingers. The phone keeps ringing and it's always for me and I hate talking on the phone. I never get peace and quiet. All my friends are really sick of me saying I don't feel like talking on the phone, then my damn mom is always asking me if it's for her. Duh. If I don't give the phone to you, ma, it's not for you.
And I'm just so pissed off at our school atmosphere today. Everybody makes fun of this short kid Michael G. and I confronted him about it since he is in my pass class. He said it didn't bother him but I sat there hugging him for a minute and a half and just started moping about it. Everyone these days is just so full of shit and phony and sarcastic and insensitive.
I don't know if it's they who are insane or me who is insane. I want to shoot somebody though.
PS: I watched half of American Beauty today but stopped it and played my guitar.