Wasted Youth
Saturday, June 28, 2003
You're the TRADITIONAL PIRATE. Stealing gold,
backstabbing other pirates, being suspicious of
everyone you meet, running from the law...
you're the real thing. People don't like to
mess with you because you always manage to get
your way. Just watch out, those parrots can be
a little messy sometimes....
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Thursday, June 26, 2003
Wednesday, June 18, 2003
My mom exploded once again at me. This time she was filling out an application sheet for me. She says i'm being really rude and all, that i should pay more respect to people. The people that know me, know that i'm not rude(most of the time, everyone has their moments), and that i do respect people. She's such a bitch, she's forcing me to get a full-time job for the summer, and they're taking away my free weekends for the rest of the FUCKING YEAR. She really should respect me a hell of alot more, or i'm moving out. That bitch.
Monday, June 16, 2003
When i got home, my mom had a surprise for me. She thought it would be a great idea. They are taking away pretty much all my things, and forcing me to get a job. I'm so frustrated right now, i don't know what to do. I'm nearly crying. This never happened to my other siblings, she just likes to pick on me. My brother Matt and Jeff had jobs with my father at my age. They didn't have to go through interviews, they didn't have to work with strangers. She also continues to blame me for things i didn't do.
Sunday, June 15, 2003
Life is good. Except for the few little things that i shouldn't worry too much about. I haven't felt this happy for quite some time, its strange considering the circumstances at hand. My brother Matt is a bitch, he's rude, ignorant and really stupid for his age. He likes to push me around, like last night. He wanted to 'play' with me, so he hugs my face crushing my nose, I thought it was broken. It hurt so much and it kept on bleeding. He didn't help me clean up the mess, he didn't even say sorry until a half hour later. And before that he went through my room, looking at private stuff, then disturbs my conversation with Valerie on the phone. He needs to either get laid, or get the shit kicked out of him. I'm tempted to call my dad and say something like "I don't want to see you until you straighten out Matt." Damn people like him make the world a dangerous place. He calls me an asshole, cause i don't do things i'm told to do, but the truth is, i do what he tells me too, its just that he's not specific.
Wednesday, June 11, 2003
So they finally forced me to apply for a job. Then they insult me, by talking very badly about my habits. Then they tell me what to do. Then they talk to the dog.... oh btw did i tell you they are cutting off my internet?
Tuesday, June 10, 2003
Monday, June 09, 2003
Saturday, June 07, 2003
Being sick for one week really sucks. Missing work, getting behind, and also makes your vunerable to insults from people that think you skipped the week. Heh, i don't skip school days, maybe classes not even full classes.
