Surrrie, loves.
Okay, so maybe this sounds bad, but nobody at my habitat is on here and I need to vent. Most of it is poinltess stuff you should probably leave now. But I need to get it off my chest.
First off; high school. You gotta love it... or hate it. I don't know anymore. The people here are so different from people in Peru. Some of them are just more happy, but the people themselves, some of them - theres just nothing there, if you catch my drift. Like today, this kid Tanner (who, by the way, has the prettiest blue eyes ever.) asked me if Alaska was a country, and when I said "no", he asked me if it was a territory of Canada. I about cried. From laughing. All of my classes are pretty easy, which is okay. Its just the people. Theres just so much immature stuff that goes on. And maybe I take it too seriously, but really? High shcool kids these days are just mean... and I observe a lot during the day. I really hope that doesn't sound weird. I do have some pretty cool people. I call them people, not friends. I miss having friends.
Family is well... Interesting. I don't think I'm used to the whole having siblings thing yet. Some of the stuff they do is just un-necessary. Like, my cousin, she's 17, and she's really... anxious. And rude. But sometimes we have good times and we laugh. And then other times, she's just a bitch. Excuse my French. Her parents decided that she now has to pay for everything other than her healthcare, food, and board because of her bitchiness and disrespect. She was not happy. She pulled out a "I'M GOING TO BE POOR NOW, DON'T YOU WANT TO SEE ME SUCCEED IN LIFE?!" thing - it was... dramatic. My cousin who's 14, almost 15, is pretty chill. We have a lot of good times together. And my 12 year cousin, just told me he's had a girlfriend for about a month. It made me giggle. Then he told her that he's kissed her. I was thinking; "He beat me damnit!" But then I figured its just Jr. High and probably didn't mean anything. Its kind of funny. Because I'm the only one he told. Sometimes its like he trusts me, and then the next day he's enraged at the world and hates everything and everyone. My aunt is different too. She likes to emphasize on how she's a nurse and she spends all day helping people, and when she comes home we're just mean and can't do our chores. How it'd be nice once and a while just for her to relax and not have to do everything that we don't do. Well, she goes on one of these rants at least every other week. My uncles pretty chill. He avoids conflict and just rolls with it. But he's got a stressfull job, so I wonder who he talks to. My aunt, she has a habit of whipping out stories about herself after every sentence. Like, today we were talking about my mother and my grandparents, and how I felt about that and after I got a few sentences in, she went in to tell me how she didn't have grandparents and how her mother was manipulative. But, I've heard that story at least 4 times before, if not more. I hate to complain, because they all have a lot of strong suits as well. I just... I fell so pessimistic sometimes. Ever since my grandpa learned how to text, he's been trying to text me back and forth. But, sometimes my uncle has to do it for him because he's too sad.
Photography class is pretty cool. We've been using Flickr for our digital images;
[link]Ummm... my teachers pretty cool. I just wish I could take art classes all day. That'd be much more fun than Geometry. Some kid felt the need to refer to the size of his "testicleballllsss" today.
I've been addicted to poladroid lately.
Hey, that was a long journal. And I'm being summoned. So bye.
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With our hopes on hold and our lack of interest exposed,
all hands damage our determined eyes.
But the lines are drawn and the red begins to creep
its way from boredom toward apathy.
I LIEK
HEARD THIS THING
WHERE LIEK THERE WAS THIS THING
AND LIEK.
WOW.
THE ENNNNNNDDDD.
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-MoMo
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With our hopes on hold and our lack of interest exposed,
all hands damage our determined eyes.
But the lines are drawn and the red begins to creep
its way from boredom toward apathy.
--
-MoMo
--
With our hopes on hold and our lack of interest exposed,
all hands damage our determined eyes.
But the lines are drawn and the red begins to creep
its way from boredom toward apathy.
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-MoMo
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