Striped Umbrella

My Titles Are Lyrics
2010-03-19 02:20:08 (UTC)

Swear to shake it up if you swear to listen.

Mood: Tired!
Listening to: The Only Difference Between
Martyrdom and Suicide Is the Press Coverage"
- Panic! at the Disco


Why am I always so tired? D;

Holy shit. So today after first hour, everyone
was just beginning to leave their classrooms
when the FUNNIEST shit I've ever seen
happened. These two girl ran out of the
bathroom and were spinting down the hallway,
and someone opened a fucking door, and the
one girl hit it dead-on, flew back, crashed into
the lockers, and landed on the ground. Her
shoes even flew off. Oh my god, it was funny.

It sounds mean to laugh, but I'm not laughing
at the girl. It's just the /situation/. Even she was
laughing about it at one point. Oh god, best
thing ever. Shit like that just makes my day.

We got our dresses for Hamlet. Taylor's is
gorgeous, Maddy's is beautiful, and mine is
plain because it was the only one that would fit
me. Why do they make everything for short, fat
people? Tall and skinny folk do exist, you
know, and they like to wear clothes just as
much as the rest of you. So I pretty much hate
it. I have to stand next to Taylor, with her
lovely dress and huge boobs and pretty face,
and I hate it.

Oh god, y'know who pisses me off? Audrey. So, we started this club at the
beginning of the year, and it went well for a while, but people got busy with
sports and whatnot, so it was less so, but it was still really fun. Well, it was
meant to be a team effort between her and I. But all of a sudden she's like,
"Zomg let's do some charity stuff haha!" And I was like, "Well, that'd be fun,
but maybe let's wait until next year, when we're more established and have
more serious members." But her words were, closely, "We don't need that to
raise money! It's never a bad time to save dying children!" Now, in the past,
I've suggested ideas that she's shot down because she wanted to wait. But
despite me insisting that it would be better next year, and went and asked
our sponsor and sent an email to some charity group anyway. What the fuck.
Then she decided to have a random meeting over it tonight and I was like,
"No. Fuck that. I have play practice." God damn.

Someday, I'm just gonna crack and tell her like
it is. "Audrey, I'd love to be your friend, really,
but it's kind of difficult when you're such a
bitch. Have you honestly not noticed that you
have NO friends? Every time you leave your
class and come sit at our lunch table, haven't
you noticed how NOBODY looks or speaks to
you? And how people will LEAVE when you sit
down? Can't you hear them yelling "THANK
GOD THAT WHORE IS GONE" as soon as
you walk away? Don't you realize that Thomas
and Victoria, whom you have dubbed your
bestest friends, are really sick of you? They
spray-painted your tree and Saran-wrapped
your car, for fuck's sake. It wasn't a funny little
friendly joke. They don't like you. Nobody likes
you. You're bitchy, annoying, and you have the
worst "I'm smarter than you and I'm always
right" attitude I've ever seen. You have no
friends. You're bitch."




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