*sigh* again

WICH SERIAL KILLER ARE YOU? find out at: slitmyfuckingthroat.cjb.net*drools*isn't he the single most sexiest man on earth?i think so...and the bitch STILL has not written back! WTF?2 letters ffrom him and now NADA!FUCK YEW RICHIE! You, you....person who stops writing to people!

*sigh*

I'm typing up my literary analysis on The Old Man and the Sea....my god why didn't they just BURN this book!?!?!?It's the most pointless piece of shit I've ever read! Even worse than the Sun Also Rises....to anyone who likes Hemingway, you're fucking out of your mind! He is the most boring writer I've ever come across...*throws things*I ATE A RED PEAR AT WORK TODAY! YOU DID NOT!

"Pictures of You"~The Cure

I've been looking so long at these pictures of youThat I almost believe that they're real I've been living so long with my pictures of youThat I almost believe that the pictures are All I can feelRemembering You standing quiet in the rain As I ran to your heart to be near And we kissed as the sky fell inHolding you close How I always held close in your fearRemembering You running soft through the night You were bigger and brighter and wider than snowAnd screamed at the make-believe Screamed at the skyAnd you finally found all your courage To let it all goRemembering You fallen into my arms Crying for the death of your heart You were stone whiteSo delicate Lost in the cold You were always so lost in the darkRemembering You how you used to be Slow drowned You were angelsSo much more than everything Hold for the last time then slip away quietly Open my eyes But I never see anythingIf only I'd thought of the right words I could have held on to your heart If only I'd thought of the right wordsI wouldn't be breaking apart All my pictures of youLooking so long at these pictures of you But I never hold on to your heart Looking so long for the words to be trueBut always just breaking apartMy pictures of youThere was nothing in the worldThat I ever wanted more Than to feel you deep in my heartThere was nothing in the world That I ever wanted moreThan to never feel the breaking apartAll my pictures of you

procrastination is bad, very, very BAD!

OH FUCK!I'm sitting here, attempting to type up this literary analysis for the most boring book in the world and it's just not working at all.This fucking paper's due TODAY. It's already 2 days late...and I didn't even read half the thing. SHIT. I SUCK!Damn. This is ridiculous, ok...Jerry, the one that was severly (yet, not so severly) injured at school last week has been suspended for the rest of the trimester. THAT'S RIGHT LADIES & GENTLEMEN! Self-defense is now considered a crime to the school system! *in a Briton like tone* BOLLOCKS!But he's ok. I talked to Josh last night and apparantly Jerry has a SMALL cut above his eye, so SMALL in fact, that he's sporting a nice little BAND AID on it...If you could've SEEN the blood that night, you'd think it was a fucking gash in his forehead!My god.People suck.He enters our lives here at adult education again at the beginning of march, being the last trimester.yay.

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don't hurt jerry. he's fun!

from last thursday:After stressing all day about not finishing a literary analysis, I had no idea what would happen tonight. Sitting in Youth & Law at 7, Mrs. fucking Kearney comes in and yells at me for having my hat on again. I say JESUS!Then, she yells at me again... We're combining classes tonight bcuz the faculty's having a meeting & both classes getting a sub. Sitting there, me and Sarah complain about the work and our shitty, 70 year old teacher.Half an hour goes by, the idiots in our class will NOT shut up. Lionel & Jerry are throwing stuff at each other and blaming on another for making disruptions. I was sorta disappointed in Jerry bcuz i thought he was more mature than that. Anywaym Mrs. Avery has almost had it and keeps telling them to be quiet. Suddenly, Jerry gets up and goes over to Lionel's desk to pick up something. Lionel springs out of his chair and puts Jerry in a headlock and starts punching him. Avery tells someone to get Mitch (the security guard). 2 people exit the room. I go to the phone and dial the office. Apparantly, while I wasn't looking, Lionel hit Jerry in the head with a book...I didn't notice, so I walk into the hall to see if Mitch is coming, he's not. I turn back around to see Jerry shaking, not violently, but erratically..very, very, erratically. I see blood dripping all over the floor from Jerry's hand. Was he stabbed???No, Lionel hit him with a Street Law book...cutting Jerry just above the left eye. I was getting queasy, very queasy. And that's weird cuz I've never gotten queasy at the sight of blood before... I'm standing there, shocked. Then Jerry just screams.. He officially scared the shit out of me. Then he yells, "If you had done that when I was looking Lionel, maybe I wouldn't be so pissed!" I go back and sit at my desk, queasy and upset. people are snickering around me. I feel like saying, what the hel is wrong with you people!? But i don't. Poor Jerry's bleeding all over the place and all I want to do is hug him. After they're both escorted from the room, I pack up my stuff and leave. I only get halfway down the hall when I start to cry. i see Lionel go into the office, i don't want to give the satisfaction of seeing me cry, and i don't want to kill him, so i sit down in the stairwell. Soon enough, a hall moniter finds me and asks if I'm ok. I can't even talk, I'm shaking and crying so much. Then I try to explain that Jerry was bleeding a lot, and he was screaming and it was all too real for me. She says it's ok, he's ok and brings me into the office to sit down. I could barely walk... I overhear Jerry in the other room, talking about how Lionel always picks on him. He had no idea why he just attacked him like that. I ask the lady sittig next to me if I can call my mom. She says, sure...I tried to explain what happened to my mom but everything was so tangled together and some teacher had to explain what happened. I sit down again. Then I go back to where I was originally sitting. After a few minutes I have to ask, "is he ok?", although i know he is, I just have to make sure. She says he's ok, he's gonna be fine. A couple people ask if i know Jerry. I do, but I don't. I've talked to him a couple times. I tried to talk him into buying tickets to Renata's cd release party, but he said he didn't have a ride to Hartford. Another time, when Mrs. Connelly was teaching our English class, I walked in a little early, when Jerry's class was just ending. He was the only one in there and he was reading this beautiful poem to Mrs. Connelly. Mrs. Connelly was the nicest person, you could share anything with her and she'd never ever judge you. Anyway, I didn't want to be intrusive, so i left and stood outside the door, eavesdropping. lol. That's how wonderful it was. When he finished, I went back in and he was talking about how he was just writing one night and it just came out of him. He said he didnt know he could write anything like that. I was just in awe. It was so fuckin deep. Point of this story. Jerry's a hell of a kewl guy and I have no idea why someone woule want to harm him. The police arrive and they want to get a statement from me. In the middle of the statement, my mom walks in and the cop has to explain what's going on. I told him everything I saw, reviewed the statement, then signed it. Walking out of the office, I want to find Sarah, but my mom said we should just go and i should call her later. As we're walking out the front door, I see what I thought was a cop sitting in the front seat of the police car. He looks way too nice, and way too young to be a cop. Then I realize it was Jerry and felt humiliated. But he was smiling at me and I don't know why. I guess it was bcuz I was the only one down at that fucking office that was actually truly concerned about him, while everyone else was in class, laughing about the blood on the floor and covering up what they truly felt. I just wanted to hit things, I was so pissed off. I was sick of talking about it and I was sick of it repeating over and over in my head. It was the scariest thing that's ever happened to me. It's different than on tv...Majorly different.It was horrible.I don't ever want to live through that again..I hope Jerry's ok.

i'm you're lover, i'm your zero...

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