tory
bugs
perky ppl
those tennis uniforms that old ladies wear
ppl who say that french is "like a song"
ppl who hate or dont know nirvana
ppl who hate pizza
cafeteria food
oatmeal raisin cookies
the band tenacious d
rats (ms. boyette, as well as the rat that crawled under my house and died)
pink
ms. saul
rap
r&b
justin bieber
ppl who don't listen 2 real music
the jonas brothers
miley cyrus
the whole hannah montana concept
asparagus (asparagrass)
huge musical instruments (seriously, what up w/ the tubas? how do u carry those around w/out killing urself?)
posers
the fact that psychiatrists just sit there and look concerned when they're rly not
just ur typical blog. i type about things that piss me off, things and ppl i hate, y i hate certain things and ppl, stuff like that. at least i dont brag about "i went to disney world and u didnt." i may post about where i've been but i dont make a big deal out of things like "i went here and u didnt get 2. sux 4 u."
Thursday, September 30, 2010
my moods
gotta lot of moods. sometimes, on a rare occasion, im happy. mostly im depressed or really pissed off. idk what makes me so depressed. im not real sure i care what it is, either. i just want it 2 go away. all i've wanted since i was eleven was 2 b happy again. but it hasnt happened. i mean, ive been happy on a few occasions, but i wanna b happier than that. and about the pissiness. i should probably make a list of things that piss me off. and there will b a lot of things. cuz im just as pissed off now as i was about the things that made me pissed off up 2 this very day. so here goes (in the next post).
tory from french 1
this guy is SOOOOOOOOO gay. i mean, have u seen the clothes he wears??? they are way 2 tight on him. and they're all bright and girly. his bag is kinda girly 2. and about those god ugly boots. he needs to burn those. along with his bag and girl clothes. he should stop going 2 h&m or where ever and be a real man. at least he should dress like one. he's an annoying bastard. in 3rd period johntrel, justin, and i were complaining about how gay, stupid, ugly, and a pain in the ass he is. asshole. u should have seen how he acted in class. i tried 2 b nice 2 him. all i got was "talk 2 the hand." i tried 2 help him and he said, "i didn't ask 4 ur help." well, he got it anyhow. he's just gonna have 2 accept help when he gets it. but i guess i wont try and help him anymore. if he fails french 1, thats his fault. i tried 2 help him and he wouldn't let me. so if he fails, the joke's on him. i need 2 find out his last name, 2. cuz i want 2 start an "i hate tory club". but if i just put "i hate tory," ppl would b like, "who's tory?" or, "which tory r u talking about?" so its gonna b the "i hate tory ------ club." and i hope he reads this, though i know he wont. nobody evr reads my blog. but imma get u tory. definitely not 2day... maybe not 2morrow, but i will get u. cuz he may think i cant get even w/ him or whatever cuz he's 18 and i'm only 15. just wait, tory.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
the 911 call
nobody is quite sure what city this incident happened in except for those who experienced this paranormal event. there's a city in missouri. a man had just been recruited to the police department. this man, "charlie", was hired to investigate a double homicide. a man, "matt,"and a woman, "lillianne," were planning on divorcing. "matt" didn't want to divorce. so he followed his soon to be ex-wife as she pulled off with her new boyfriend, "ryan." as the couple pulled into an abandoned parking lot, so did "matt." he approached the car and killed the couple with a shotgun. "ryan" died instantly. "lillianne" called 911. the call went a little like this:
operator: 911, what's your emergency?
"lillianne": help me. i've been shot.
operator: what is your location?
"lillianne": i'm in my car. please help me.
operator: i'll send you some help. you just need to tell me where you are.
"lillianne": i don't know. it's all dark. i can't see. please help me.
operator: what is your name?
that is where the call ended. "lillianne" was gone. that night, police went to search for her and "ryan." they were no where to be found. at this time the following year, they tried again. they could not find the couple. they were starting to think a relative had called. so they played the tape for "Lillianne's" mother. she said it was definitely "Lillianne." the problem was, this wasn't a real call. no number had been registered into the 911 operating system. still, the police are searching. every Christmas Eve, a few detectives, somebody from the phone company, and a 911 dispatcher stay behind to work. at 7:06 p.m., the tapes activate and the call replays. everybody leaves the building with goose bumps they cannot describe.
operator: 911, what's your emergency?
"lillianne": help me. i've been shot.
operator: what is your location?
"lillianne": i'm in my car. please help me.
operator: i'll send you some help. you just need to tell me where you are.
"lillianne": i don't know. it's all dark. i can't see. please help me.
operator: what is your name?
that is where the call ended. "lillianne" was gone. that night, police went to search for her and "ryan." they were no where to be found. at this time the following year, they tried again. they could not find the couple. they were starting to think a relative had called. so they played the tape for "Lillianne's" mother. she said it was definitely "Lillianne." the problem was, this wasn't a real call. no number had been registered into the 911 operating system. still, the police are searching. every Christmas Eve, a few detectives, somebody from the phone company, and a 911 dispatcher stay behind to work. at 7:06 p.m., the tapes activate and the call replays. everybody leaves the building with goose bumps they cannot describe.
poison fence
so i was at a pepsi plant 2day. see, my dad created the atlanta secret soapbox society. they race soapbox cars. so the meeting place was at a pepsi plant. my brother, aidan, his friend, also named aidan, and i were fooling around. my brother found two bones, the other aidan found a key, and i found a chain and a few poison boxes. these boxes probably lace the chain link fence with poison. b4 i knew this, i touched the fence 2 prove to my brother that wasn't an electric fence. then i found out. WHATS GONNA HAPPEN 2 ME!!! am i gonna die in my sleep?
Thursday, September 23, 2010
glee
toldja i had 2 make a post on glee. and im doing it right now. see? so about glee... terrible show. they have really suckish songs on that show. lame excuse for a musical. they should have more awesome music. like linkin park, nirvana, 3 days grade, 3 doors down, against me!, breaking benjamin... stuff like that. ya know? awesome music. but they decide 2 have music 4 losers. all that r&b shit. I HATE U, GLEE!!! i would give it 5 thumbs down... if i had 5 thumbs.
thursday night trivia
my dad attends thursday night trivia a lot. he luvs the trivia part, but he luv seein' his friends more. so 2nite, he took my mom with him. see, my uncle died recently. and my mom's pretty depressed about it. but i mean, who isn't? so she went out 2 have fun with my dad and his friends. i wonder how long it'll last. because i hate being in a house when there r dead rats in the cellar. well, it's not really a cellar, but its under the house like a cellar is. so some exterminator came out 2day 2 get it. but he couldn't enter the "cellar". so i presume he was pretty fat. poor guy. so my dad had to go under there and look for it. he couldn't find it though. but he had a pretty good idea. but he wants to make sure its where he thinks it is b4 he attempts 2 haul it out. at least my dad's an underweight (unhealty) camera man instead of a fat (also unhealthy) exterminator. i dont want my dad 2 b an exterminator. i dont think he wants 2 b one either. so thats all 4 this post. i gotta make a post on glee.
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