Dear diary,
Welp, it's been a pretty long time since I wrote anything in my little gaia diary, so I figured I'd keep you all posted. And by all, I mean the couple that even glance at this.
Moving on, I'm applying at this place called Burlington coat factory, a major step up from Mc Greaseland. I'm rather intimidated by it though, I'm afraid to hand in my application. My friend Stacie works there though, and she says she was started at 7.50 an hour. It can't hurt to apply anyway, right?
I made up most of my work that my teachers let me do. My mom decided to call the teachers for the subjects I failed in and work something out, pretty much making me look like a ******** dumbass. I didn't do my work for the simple reason that I didn't want to, but she's psychotic and controlling. Plus, she took away my pc until I made up all the work.
What fustrates me more though is the fact that I have to do math homeworks. I know nothing of math, it's mere confusment. Me and numbers do not go well together.
In other news though, I pulled up my last quarter grade for History from an "F" to an "A+" just by making up two DBQs. That teacher loves me and knows I should be in honors, hence she did that for me. I ******** rock hard.
Sure, I'm not a badass, I'm not hardcore, and I'm not a completely cynical ********. If anything, I'm a nerdy pale a** "gothy" girl. But It doesn't matter, because I hold myself pretty damn high. No reason in being a naive low self esteemed kiddo.
Check this;
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Pretty cool, no?
Maybe I could be a tattoo artist. They make pretty good money.
I'm out,
Schizoid
 Refined Corruption · Tue May 17, 2005 @ 10:38pm · 0 Comments |
