listening:: "strawberry gashes" - jack off jill
TODAY JUST GOT BETTER! five minutes ago...
I can actually fucking access diaryland! Some of you might have been wondering where the hell I'd run off to, and here's my excuse: my parents put this stupid parental filter on ouir computer because they probably think I'm visiting naughty sites (I'M NOT!!!!!!!). This filter was telling me that Diaryland contained "adult material". Bull. Shit. Anyway, it's ok now, so let me take advantage of this rare time I have!
This was from a week or so ago, but I feel I need to put it up, so here ya go:
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listening:: ((some song I don't know the name of)) by senses fail
Kelly and I had to do our oral project (teehee) in Law Studies today, and we were all "crap, man" about being first, but it turned out to be a very good thing we did go first, because it would have been hard to follow the presentation after us. This girl in our class who went up after us did her project on drugs: how drugs affect people, why they shouldn't be legalized, etc. The anazing part about it is that she gave a personal story about why she chose drugs as her topic. Apparantly, when she was two and her mom was six months pregnant, her dad got high and hit her mom with a broom, permanently damaging the unborn child. Her dad had a history of drug use. Her brother, Blaine, lived for only seven days after he entered the world, kept alive for that short period of time by machines and feeding tubes. The girl said that she loved her father very much, but she could never forgive him for taking away her brother's life. She and her mom usually go up to Maryland where the baby's grave is, every year on his birthday, except this year they can't go because their financial resources don't allow it.
Anyway, the point is, my perspective of this girl totally changed. It's funny how you can go without knowing anything about a person and still judge them. I really don't like people until I get to know them. Guilty until proven innocent, I say. But that's just because of previous personal injury. ...but after hearing that girl's story, it made me feel really guilty for ever complaining about my life at all. I was fortunate enough to have grown up in a wonderful home with two parents who love me and family members and all that. It's one of those things I don't think about enough: alot - alot - of people have very rough homes and their parents don't just discipline them, they hit them and abuse them and call them names. As humans, we're usually just so self-centered and don't think that other people have problems, too.
But today was actually really fun, especially at lunch! Today's lunch was probably one of the most fun I've had since eighth grade. Oh, but Mike almost showed us his penis and THAT was not cool. x_x Alli and I and a bunch of other guys were going through Ryan's backpack, and we found a toothbrush and toothpaste, which elicted a "wtf?" from everyone. This guy offered to scrub his testicles with it in exchange for watching Alli make out with another girl, but he chickened out.
NO PENIS CLUB! <--- girl's bathroom door (shh...^_^)
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I did go to Kelsey's b-day party ant Islands of Adventure and I did go on roller coasters for the fisrt time ever and HOLY SHIT I can't think because this song rocks my frickin world! ...*Focus* I'm not even going to try to catch up on all the crap that's happened since my last entry. Not that anyone reads this shit. Haha. But my diary makes me happy ^_^ Kind of.