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It's so fucking awesome

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Totally worth spending all my money

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I love Hoboken, NJ

The one thing I love about being sick, is having an excuse to drink 2 or 3 litres of pepsi. AND! Have tinned tomato soup without feeling like a povo hobo!

3rd period I had ITD. Unfortunatly, I didn't take him out. Even though we were doing Graphics, I didn't want to take him out, because he was truamatised because of something that happened at lunch.

And because my teachers are sort of cool, in period 4, my literacy teacher cuddled with Spencer and let us watch School of Rock. I don't know if Spencer enjoyed it or not, because my friends, Zoe and Dylan, had him for most of the lesson.

I went to the cemetery after school, and I think he was angry with me when I got home, because I went to the cemetery without him. But then I made it up to him by letting him watch Hell Boy. He really likes that movie.

Spencer is currently sitting on the couch, watching Material Girls. We're watching The Land Before Time next.

Yes, it REALLY was neccesary for me to put the movie titles in BOLD!

I know that it sounds so fucking petty and stupid and that I sound so up myself, but out of the classes I have, English is my best. And to have some up tight, fat, 40-something-year-old woman with camel toe, tell me that I suck at the only subject I enjoy makes me so angry. I know that I'm not the best student she'll have, nor am I that motivated. But fuck, I can write a lot better than any of the fuckers in my class can ever do.

AND! My opinions were long! The motherfucking type size was set to 12. AND! IT! MADE! EVERYTHING! LOOK! SMALL! THE! STUPID! BITCH! WAS! HAPPY! WITH! IT! WHEN! I! SHOWED! HER! IT! ON! THE! COMPUTER! SCREEN!!!

This system has replaced the scale of 1 - 10
Insted of numbers, we use boys in bands.

Here's our sexy scale that we made today:

So yeah, we stand on the street and point at random guys and say "Ohhh... I'd say he's a Ville" "Really? I think he's a Jepha"

NOTE: DO NOT take this "scale" seriously, it's a joke. Peter Wentz and Bert McCracken are sexy!

Mood: Slightly happy

I got a haircut today
I took pictures, but I looked stupid and just no..

I hate being a fat kid..
Yet I do nothing about it

I brought a "Misfits" shirt
And wore it to a primary school fete

I almost screamed at my mother day in the shops
Because she said the shirt wouldn't fit me
And it made me angry because I was, for once, happy with the way I looked
But guess what?
The motherfucking shirt fitted me!

I realised, in the hairdressers that the hairstyle I was getting looked a bit like a chicks at school
I wouldn't usely care, but this chicky hates me
And at school, I'll more than likey be accused of trying to be like Amy

I'm sick of everyone saying I'm a lesbian
All my friends think I'm a lesbian, even my mum
I hugged my friend that I haven't seen in AGES and when I was walking away
Mum said
"Samara, you have lesbian tendicies"
And it's like "Fuck!" I haven't seen her in ages! I'm sorry I missed her and wanted to hug her!

I'm sick of Josh calling me a street hoe
Reading my buzznet journals
And using everything I type on here against me

I'm sick of life!

Understanding, more like demanding

I don't know why but it does.

I think it might be all the talking.

Yesterday, there was a Nirvana song on the radio.

It was a good song.

But I don't know what it was called.

And I've just spent the last hour trying to find it.

Sucks, cos I can't remember any words.

I have to write a story for english.

I've written a short, choppy spaztic fan fiction about Gerard and Frank.

600 words.

It was due 2 weeks ago.

It's worth, like, 50% of my english grade.

I'm downloading TAI TV.

I've got like 9 episodes out of like... 44.

I plan to burn them onto a blank DVD.

I dreamt something, I don't remember what I dreamt. But it was creepy. All I remember from the dream was the name "Mandy". I don't know who Mandy is. I've never heard of anyone I know named Mandy. Well, my Aunty's sister is named Amanda and she's sometimes referred to as "Mandy" and my friend is also named Amanda, but we never call her Mandy.

I think "Mandy" may be a child.

I told my friend about it and she said it was fucking creepy and that I should tell mum. As much as I want to, I don't. Because my father has schizophrenia and I don't want her to worry about me and my fucked up dreams.

When my dad had a heart attack, and he was down in Townsville, I would've been about 2 and I was in the lounge room with mum and she said I asked her who that lady was. Mum couldn't see the lady and asked me to descirbe the lady to her. I apparently said she had purple hair. I don't remember this. But from what I told mum, she said that I must've been discribing either my grandmother or my great grandmother. I don't know, she told me, but I don't remember.

My friend thinks that I might be hearing spirits.

The more I think about it, the more surreal it seems. But what I felt last night, the sheer terror and fear, could NEVER be dreamt up.

The only time I was like this, was when I did Bloody Mary. That's something I never want to do again.

I don't know if it was something that my mind made up from stress. Because lately, I've been stressed over mostly everything... And I don't know if all that stress was a resault of this.

I have no idea what is going on.

But I'm so scared.

This morning, Josh read the journal I wrote about him and throughout the day, he kept threatening me that he was gonna print it and bring it to school the next day.

Obviously, I freaked out.

I managed to make myself sick, and I went to the office and they called mum and let me go home.

So yes, I deleted the journal.

Sucked in street hoe!

I haven't studied.

I don't know the questions

Let alone the answers.

I find math difficult

&

Science is boring.

I like SOSE and English.

I'm at risk of failing HPE.

SCHOOL SUCKS!