Oak Woodberry

The Oak Leaf
2002-10-17 14:28:51 (UTC)

School is fun...

Journalism class. The teacher isn't here... she's sick
with something throat related. Good for her. All of that
negative karma she built up screaming has finaly been
unleashed back upon herself! I hope she has to stay out for
a loooooooong long time.
Anyway. Yesterday the post was titled "School and the
color blue".
School, because, well, obviously I was at school (will I
ever leave? my grades sayt "No! Never! We shall trap you
here forever!" See, even bad grades are cliche poets
because they rhyme. I should be doing my spanish homework.
The teacher doesnt give a damn, and I have time... but,
this is much more fun! Who knows who is reading this right
now? IT COULD BE YOU! I don't even know who's reading this.
Wow. What an invite to creepy, old, balding rapists. No
offence if you are creepy and old. It's not my problem.
The color blue (you forgot we were talking about this
didn't you, rapist?) because of my awesome blue watercolor
vase. I had it with me. Still trying to put a background in
it. I work backwards, it seems. My teacher is always
telling us to "Put the background in first!!!" But I put
the main thing in first. Oh well. I would pay more mind to
the teacher, especialy since it IS my favorite class (of
all time) but I'm just not cut from the "goody goody kiss
your ass" cloth. That's too bad isn't it?
Imagine how difficult my life WOULDN'T be if I wasn't my
own person. Wow. I wouldn't be able to do anything!


My muse is my own adversary.


Most importantly, I wouldn't be able to write in here.
It would be all "Grandma's baking cookies, cuddly kittens,
and teddy bears" writing. You wouldn't like that. Would
you? How boring. If I was Like that, I'd kill myself (but
wouldn't that change my writing style!) You'd have fun
munching popcorn and watching me s-l-o-w-l-y turn
depressed. And one day the entries would stop, because I'd
finally starved myself to death trying to be an all
american teen model. My last entry would be:


"Dear diary, today the bones in my wrist snapped. I don't
know why. The Doctor said I was too skinney! Can you belive
that? I wanted to shout at him, I'm too fat, you DUMMYHEAD!
He also looked into my throat and made a noise. Then he
called mom outside and they taled for a long long time.
After that, mom took me to McDonalds and got me the
GROSSEST hamburger with chease and everything. She said she
wanted me to eat it all. I took two bites, but when she
went to the restroom I threw it all away. When she came
back I went to the restroom and threw it up. When I came
out she was looking at me funny........oh, diary...do you
think she knows?"

I'm sorry I already came to you depressed. That isn't much
fun.




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