Well, i will get the good stuff over with before you can read the really good part that's next. today was an okay day, with some parts that really pissed me off, you hear about that later. jeff fell asleep in math and woke up with a huge red mark on his face. i didn't ride the bus today, and i almost missed it. i don't think that i like icky matt, but i do like talking to him, when hes not accusing me of craving multiple penises. i dont know, tell me what you think, caitlin.

i wrote a really cool song today, im not going to share, but hopefully i'll have it up within a few days when it is completely "tweaked".

today after school me, heather, rachel, and kelsey baird had to choose our songs for solo and ensemble festival. one of my songs is called "The Green Dog" and its about: "What if i had a green dog? i could be camoflauged by my green scarf." nobody else liked it, but i do. its what makes me me. so what. the other song i liked is called "American Lullaby" but i don't know if miss todd will let me sing it. when i get the lyrics i will put them in an entry. i'll keep you posted.

Some people really piss me off. Mostly people who think they are better than others because they think they dress better or cooler and they think that they listen to better music. But when you look at it, they look like idiots when they dress in thier retarded clothes and listen to thier fake music. i hate it, then they pretend that i can't hear them talking about me when they're sitting right next to me. at least if your going to talk about someone, do it out of earshot. You are a moron, you will never be a good musician, either. as caitlin says, if you have to try to write a song, you've already failed. it comes from somewhere other than your head. it comes from you heart, and if it's not from there, you shouldn't be in music.

i used to think that to fit in you had to go with the crowd. i made such a brutal mistake pretending be something i'm not. why would i ever do that to be one of "them"? don't ask me, but now that i think of it, i don't want to be a part of a group that talks about your so-called friends behind thier backs. you know who you are, and don't pretend that you're good at lying, because you're not. you've done it to my face and its not cool. i hope you come to the high school reunion in 13 realizing what a bitch you were in high school, and most of all, i hope you change, and spare the rest of the world from your nastiness. take a shower, and for christ's sake, get a new hairstylist, i would sue the one you have now for doing that to you. and you think people compliment you. its called S-A-R-C-A-S-M. Some people say its a defense mechanism, but i think its just a way to make fun of you. oops, are the words i'm using to big for your miniscule vocabulary?

Posted by YOUR NAME @ 8:36 p.m.

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