NG-Gefo

Scriblings Of A Crazy Person
2002-10-06 22:14:37 (UTC)

Tacos are for eating, not teasing rabid looking dogs.

Hola hola. I say hola and you say... the equivalent of
goodbye in spanish. Well this seems to be my first diary
entry, which coincidentaly is available for anyone online
to read if they wanted to, which kinda seems to defeat the
whole purpose of a PRIVATE diary, but whatever. Dang, I
can't believe it's sunday already, tomaro I'm gonna have to
back to school, it'll be HORRIBLE. Hmm... I still gotta do
my homework, how I loathe it. I'm really starting to
despise the american school system, we're forced to get up
at unresonable hours (6 for me) have to go to a hostile
environment where we are forced to learn (or at least
remember for a week or two) information that we neither
care about or will help us in our future jobs more than
half of the time from people we don't particularly like and
then we have to go home and spend our free time doing even
MORE work that the school gives us to do. It's lousy. Okay
enough ranting. Dang I'm hungry, I wish my mom would cook
me some fake bacon, mmm... facon. And where'd my squeeky
hamburger toy go, dangit. Erg, this whole getting up at six
thing is killing me, I was woken up at about 2:30 in the
afternoon by my mom screaming at the football game (gee
mom, lax out, it's only a game sheesh) it's past 6 now and
I still feel like going back to bed. Or maybe part of that
has to do with me staying up way too late watching adult
swim last night (AWSOME show's they all kick, well, exept
for the Gundam shows in my opinion, I'm not a big fan,
sorry) and I'll probably be staying up way to late watching
adult swim tonight too, oh well, it'll just meen that I'll
be that much more incoherant at school tomaro. Monday
mornings make me want to die. Oh well, I guess I shouldn't
complain, at least I don't have to take french class
anymore. I hated that class, if I ever hated any class in
my life, I HATED that class. I never had any idea what was
going on, it was like they were speaking in a diferent
language or something. My little brother's friends are so
evil and anoying, even more so than he. I wish they'd move.
What is it about kids in Rhode Island anyway? Why are they
all evil? Sigh, oh well. I definatly need a vacation. I
need a vacation from my life, it anoys me sometimes. I
swear there had better be an afterlife of some sort, or
else I would feel REALLY cheated. Cursed reality. Oh well,
I guess that's enough complaining about life for now, I
really don't have it that bad after all, oh well, seeya
later.

Sincerely,
Gefo
PS: You all come back now, y'hear?




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