Friday, April 25, 2003

Wtf?

Okay I understand when people get mad and don't want to talk about things. I do it too. That doesn't mean you should be an asshole to the person who cares about you the most. The person that loves you more than anything. If you don't talk about your problems it eats away at you and you'll never feel better. I should know. I just feel like shit now. Apparently people don't even care what I have to say or about my problems. Apparently I mean nothing. Maybe Tim was right. I should just blow my head off and everybody would be so much better off.

Megan

Tuesday, April 22, 2003

Thinking

My guitar teacher threw a paper ball across the room and she managed to get it into the wastepaper basket. She asked if anyone had seen it but we all said no. So she says "Everytime I don't make it people are watching but everytime I do no one is. It's the story of my life." I don't think truer words have been spoken.

Megan

Monday, April 21, 2003

School Sucks Munkey Balls

Back to school, back to school. School is so boring. I swear I don't even learn anything I don't know anyways. Strange how I dislike it yet I want to be a teacher. OOOOhhhhh hold on gotta get my lunch. My Dad gives me pudding without a spoon. My parents confudle my mind sometimes. CapriSun yum yum. Hahah that rhymes. God I have art next. I swear my art teacher has some wierd unknown vendetta against me. He fails me for christ sakes. I mean sure I threw a tin foil ball and hit him in the face but still. I DO WORK DAMNIT. He fails me and then wonders why I don't do any work. I mean I do work and I still fail. Seems pointless to me. My sandwhich smells bad. Wonder why. Oh well I'm hungary.

Megan