THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
IT'S MY BIRTHDAY ON SATURDAY.
Why I didn't write yesterday:
1.) My shoulders all fucked up so I have to drop it when I walk- thus resulting in a bizarre Quasimodo type gesture. It's pretty. I look kind of like a turtle, actually.
2.) I had to sit at school for THREE HOURS and scare eighth graders. It was lame.
3.) In the middle of dinner I yelled out "I HEART WEASELS".
...Yeah, I didn't know why either. It seemed oddly appropriate at the time, but in hindsight I wonder what exactly I had been smoking.
And after that I didn't think writing would be a valid waste use of my time.
4.) I translated some sentances yesterday in latin so badly, I don't know why she didn't fail me on spot. Some examples:
-Name but not speak friend was?
-There are nine wide pedestrians in the impluvium.
-He is firm. (Yeah, that's what we thought...)
-What is he doing with his head under water?
-My wound is four feet high!
-The goats were good but she was neither diligent nor happy.
5.) I bought this bitchin shirt at a thrift store. It's pertiful.
6.) Today was ash wensday. And I fucking HATE ash wensday.
7.) I had to do this religion project and OHMYFUCKINGGOD.
What a hellhole. I almost ended up crying. I had to get a hug after class from Priscilla. It was aweful.
And it made me have to point out the fact that yes, I did go to sunday school.
And in MY sunday school we were learning about Krishna, Buddha, and watching overweight druids leaping around in leotards.
(Don't ask. I'm Unitarian)
8.) I had so many holes in my sweater (and tights...And skirt...) that I was donned "Jo's Ho....Bo."
9.) I ate child's ribs. Heh heh heh....
10.) I hate everything and it hates me back.