I'm mind-blanked. There are so many ways in which I can begin this post. I could start recounting the daily life I'm enduring day by day, or I could start b itching about some people who I feel like punching every time I see their face. Or I could get my act together and attempt to battle the screaming infidelities and tell myself that I could picture myself clearly in their shoes and defend them. Because for some reason I am scared to think what I want to think sometimes because for some reason I've become paranoid that life will backstab me whenever I think or do anyone any harm. Sounds silly, doesn't it?


I still remember in Year 7 when everyone was either a bloody slack fcktard or trying to act like one so that they'd be accepted, even if they thought that he/she was actually hawt. JUST KIDDING XDD. Anyway, here we were wonderfully b itching about sombody in our class who was less fortunate than others due to a life-threatening adversity when he/she was only a baby. Then, deciding to let go for once and play along with these incredibly slack people, I began to stand up from my chair and noticed that I was stuck to it on the count of a piece of gum stuck to my rear end. Wonderful, not? And even after minutes of trying to prise it off with my bare fingers whilst trying not to be noticed by my peers, I remember that there was this white splodge of stuff stuck to the back of my skirt for the rest of the day. I think it was there that I started to think that life backstabs.


Then there was that other time in year 7 when I went into the plant box outside E block to collect samples of leaves for a science experiment, and just as I bent over a magpie or whatever decided to launch a pile of crapp onto my neck from God Knows Where. Anyway, that's besides the point.



On Thursday I decided to go to Catholic scripture with Anna for once, and since the scripture teacher wasn't there, we watched a DVD of Rowan Atkinson and his extrememly religiously offensive skits, which was certainly ironic considering that we were in a scripture class. ROFL! IT WAS SO FUNNY THOUGH LMFAOO. Presenting: "Welcome To Hell". Watch it if you're bored, it's worth it xD. LOOOOOOL, "murderers...? Come and sit in this corner... Robbers over here... lawyers come and join them. Where are the FRENCH?? You can come over here and sit with the Germans. Atheists over heree.... and Christians.? I'm afraid the Jews were right."

roflmaoooo!!

"Right now any questions? Sorry what was that? We don't have a toilet... if you had read your bible, it would have said 'damnation without relief'... "

Apparantly some pro bball pplayer went to Prolestant scripture or something and Daniel got to battle him or something D= aish oh well.

That's all for now. I'm bored shtless and will return to reading the super obsessive Eclipse.

--jer.

p.s. Sometimes particular people make me feel like punching them accompanied by a long string of swearwords all of which, fittingly descriptive. In addition,to/that/ person who's revolting schemes of self-pity (which I am luckily not the victim of) are less than pleasant, you are not an exception.