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And you can see my heart beating You can see it through my chest And I’m terrified but I’m not leaving Know that I must must pass this test So just pull the trigger Say a prayer to yourself He says close your eyes Sometimes it helps And then I get a scary thought That he’s here means he’s never lost
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Thursday, May 7, 2009
Thursday; 070509

Hate is a strong word, but I really really really don't like you, now that it's over, I don't even know what I liked about you.
- That is how I feel right now.

Today has got to be one of the most shittiest days of the term. Nothing seemed to keep me interested and very few things made me smile, actually, most things made me angry to the point of extreme.

Okay, lets go backwards. I get home. I see 2 little kids running around with their Aunty. The kids have some 'fetish' with tights because they have every colour and every pattern possible. WTF? Don't you know how to wear clothes? Well, I shouldn't be saying that because they are only 2 and 3? But still man. Tights are NOT in, only wear them occasionally, NOT EVERY EFFING DAY! I was so hungry when I got home. I was fed but the kids are so noisy. Can you NOT shutup until after I finish eating my food? By the way, Uninvited is SO stupid. I don't recommend it, exept for the girl. I think she's pretty alright looking.. It was disgusting. Not scary.

PE. What the hell, I am SUPER sorry that you don't have a life and like watching children suffer from DEHYDRATION ! Man, that was a painful run and cross country is over anyways and its not like I'm going to attend the stupid Atheletics! 'It's good for you', says the teacher. IT'S GOOD FOR YOUR FACE ! I wanted to scream back.
Stupid Girl (I will not put names) chucked a whole hissy fit because she got put into a team that didn't have her friend. She sat on the curb, crossed her hands and gave us a 'oh my god i hate this' face. Bloody hell, it's not first grade where you have to be with your friends?! GEEEEEZ. Get a life alright?
ALSO, after changing, a certain girl (I won't name, make her name K), chucks people a dirty because she couldn't get out of the change room. I'm so effing sorry that you can't talk and ask people to move out of the way 'please'. Butchface. ):<

History. What a boring class. Thank god the teacher put some common sense into the people in the middle about say 'bro'. Occasional is okay, but after every sentence you say is NOT okay. So many sheets, I haven't done most of them. So tired from History. I use to like it. I don't anymore. CAN THE ROOM GET ANY HOTTER AND STUFFIER ?!

- Am I too much of a bitch? Promise I will (try) not be like this in school. Only on this -

Maths. SO MANY THINGS. Not enough time. Balloon and Hairy Legs, main topic in maths. I even made a list about what i was going to write about.
First off. BALLOON. what the hell man. LOUD, ANNOYING and STUPID. Any other words I should put there? Randomly comes up to me, takes my sheet WITHOUT permission and chucks it to the person behind me who made no FUCKING attempt at it WHATSOEVER.
- If you know me well, my rule states that I will only allow you to copy if I see that you ahve at least attempted the shit before asking me -
And then balloon made this whole fuss about something or other. I swear her voice could have probably kill all the freken soliders at war. AHHHHHH ! I am VERY frustrated. Balloon does not now how to use words either. 'query and enquiry' . They are two TOTALLY different words. - Note to balloon- Do not use words if you do not kjnow how to use them. It is a disgrace - Not saying that I don't make mistakes, I just DONT shout it across the room at a teacher. This person can't shutup either.
Hairy Legs. Annoying pervert. I DONT KNOW THIS PERSON THAT WELL AND I HAVE NO RIGHT TO JUDGE. Doesn't mean that I won't. Big ears. Ugly fringe. Ugly bag. Anything else to say?

Science. EPIC FAIL. (see to Vanessa's blog for images) In the end it was alright. Ms. Saunders scares me though. I have long nails, I haven't cut them yet Vanessa. Dont have time. . RIght, long nails + gooooey substance = NO NO NO NO NO ! Terrrrrible I tell you. Yucky stuff that took forever to take out. THE VOLCANOE WASN'T EVEN COOL.


Exams and NAPLAN is making me sick.
I am angry, annoyed and pissed off.
Do not get in my way


You look like ass you smell like shit, so why are you such a dick. You walk around like you're the tits, you always make me sick.

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