Today was an interesting enough day. Chris gave me a random bottle of tequila during PE, which Mallory and I went to the bathroom and chugged. It wasn't a lot to actually get us drunk or anything, but we got a little tipsy. That was fun, because then Shane did this weird thing were he like vibrated our heads and our vision went wild.

Otherwise, nothing interesting other than a lot of drama. Danny's a whore, he really is, or a "guy slut" as Maryam would put it. He's bouncing around a lot of girls, and yet he claims he's not. So I take the liberty of pointing it out to him, which, of course, only backfires on me as he gets pissy with me.

Why do people do that? If you point out something that they -- and everyone else -- knows is true, you're just speaking what everyone is thinking, and yet you're the only one who gets shit for it. I honestly accept the majority of my flaws, and if someone points it out, I can usually make the best of it and maybe joke about myself. For example, small boobs. If I get groped, I'll be like, "Gah! Did you just grope me?" and the other person (if taking an example from today, it'd be Danny) will say something along the lines of, "What boobs?" to which I reply, "Touche," or, "I'm sorry -- did you just grope my lack of boobs?" It's really not a big deal.

People just can't come to terms with the fact that they're not perfect, I guess. And if you point it out, then you're a horrible, horrible person. I can't preach like I'm almighty though, because I've probably gotten a little huffy on multiple occasions if someone pointed out something negative about me. I could see how it'd be annoying if that's all they ever did, but with the Danny/me situation, he's my best friend, I definitely say amazing as well as horrible things to him. It's life.

But anyways, I spent the night doing four pages of math homework and watching 24. Very amazingly amazing show, but the drama is overrunning the rest of the show and we've been seeing very little of the Jacktion (Jack action) that I've grown so fond of. They need to bring the Bauenater (ew, did I really just use that?) back! Bah!

On a random note, I've been talking to my friend Amanda's boyfriend, Phillip, a lot lately. According to Daphne he flirts as much as the day is long, but I think it's harmless. It's nice to talk to someone new, too. I'm just sick of the same shit, I guess. And he's a lot like me in the whole views on drama and religion and a bunch of other shit. We were talking for 7 hours straight the other night and it always stayed interesting, so I'm inclined to believe he's not as bad as everyone is making him out to be. Oh well, I'm not about to jump into his arms with my trust -- he's just someone interesting to talk to about nothing for now.

I have a test in my AP class tomorrow, which I'm definitely not anticipating. But whatever, otherwise the day should be decent enough. School is actually going pretty good for a change. Next quarter will be way better though, I hope.

Okay, I'm out.

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I haven't updated in ages. Well, here's something.

Things have been looking up, I guess. Well, at any rate, I haven't been feeling so "depressed." I'm grounded because of bad grades on the intertim, and will remain so until they go up. I've already gotten 2 out of 3 of them up, and there's a chance I'll be able to get the third up by report cards. If not, I'll be losing my computer and phone permanently, which'll suck. So I'm hoping that doesn't happen.

On the worst side, Michael's jaw is broken. In three places. Yeah, that's quite a story. Well, Michael and I went to the mall with Danny and Joey, where we met up with a million other people, one of which included Dubey. We left the mall pretty late, around 12-1ish. We were all going to sleep over Danny's, but seeing as I'm a chick, we had to sneak me in. So we were just hanging around the neighborhood until his mom fell asleep so I could sneak in. We were sitting on some benches at a bus stop, and there 5 kids anywhere between 15-17 come up to us and start talking all this shit. The main guy was all in Dubey's face, "We have to see a fight a day, come on, let's fight, etcetc."

Now, Danny, Joey, and Dubey are all really big guys. And Joey and Danny are on the wrestling team, and Joey is on football too. They could've taken them easily. But the thing is, we got stoned earlier plus we were sneaking me over Danny's, so we really didn't want to get the cops involved. So we stayed out of it. We were all, "No, I don't want to fight. Be chill, etcetc."

So, eventually, one of them punched Dubey. We were all hanging off of that one moment, because if Dubey fought back, everyone would've had to jump in. So, Michael was concentrating on Dubey and that's when one of the kids suckedpunched Michael. And Michael's mouth was open (he has this thing that when he concentrates, his mouth hangs open), so it was even worse. I look over at him and his jaw is crooked and bleeding profusely, so I'm all, "Danny, we have to get out of here. Michael's seriously hit."

Danny and Michael took off for Danny's. That left Joey, Dubey, and I behind. I didn't want Joey and Dubey to start anything worse, I just wanted to take care of Michael, so first I went to Dubey and I was like, "Dubey, no. Let's go. Don't." Eventually he went and I did the same to Joey. Joey went. So I was the last to follow, and as I was walking to catch up with the boys one of the kids grabbed my shoulder in a death grip. I tried to just pull away but that resulted in my shoulder being pulled out of place. So I grabbed and twisted his arm and pushed them off with my elbow, then took off. We have to jump a wall to get to Danny's, so I kind of rotated my arm and got it back in place and jumped over. Once at Danny's, we called the cops and an ambulance and Michael's mom and everything.

I went to the ER with Michael. We were in there for 12 or so hours, before Michael got an actual room. Then he got surgery, and two permanent metal plates got screwed into his jaw. He stayed a day after that, but I left because I had to go to school. I ended up staying home from school though because I had been pretty much sleep-deprived the entire weekend, so I slept until the late afternoon.

He hasn't been in school, and isn't going to be for a while. I skipped my last two periods on Friday though and went to his house to surprise him. He's looking slightly better, but he lost a tremendous amount of weight. It's really sad.

At any rate, once he gets back to school, and I get ungrounded, I think everything will start seriously looking up. My grades will be up, I'll be on better terms with my dad, and I already am on pretty fuckin' good terms with my sister, and I'm going to try to stop sneaking around so much. It's getting too risky, I've been caught twice by the cops now. Luckily it's never gotten back to my dad, but one day it will, so by cutting down I'm hoping to prevent that.

Maybe he'll actually start to trust me and I won't have to sneak around. That'll be the day.

A lot of other things are going on, but aren't important enough for me to drag on in this entry. I'll try to start updating more, and I'll include them then.

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I wake up as tired as if I hadn't slept in days. I wake during the night, sometimes for no apparent reason and other times because of upsetting dreams. As tired as I feel, I have trouble falling asleep. I'm often worrying about nothing and becoming upset for no particular reason, and I've been extremely irritable lately. I don't do things I used to love, and I can't concentrate during the day.

I've been informed these are signs of depression. I don't know what it is, but ever since high school started... I've been extremely miserable. Jesse died a couple days before this year began, but that for some reason doesn't seem like the reason I have the possibility of being depressed.

I don't know what it is. It's driving me crazy. Everything is driving me crazy. I really wish I was with Michael right now, he's one of the few people who always can make me feel better... if only for a little while.

I'm in way over my head.

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I really would like a nice layout, but I'm sick of making -- or at least attempting to make -- them. If anyone is just that bored and would like to make me one, that'd be great. However, I really don't have any PPS to offer or anything like that, so, you'd really be doing this out of the kindness of your heart.

If there's any of that left in this world that is, because apparently those little fucks nowadays don't care who they're fucking up when they do harm. I worked all weekend -- literally, the only time I was anywhere other than work was when I was sleeping and for a couple hours in the morning before I left and at night when I got back, which was around midnight as is. I worked my ass off, because there was some Canadian fest thing on the beach, so it was extremely busy.

So, Sunday night I got paid off. I got all my tips and “paycheck” and everything. So I put it in my wallet and stuck my wallet in my bag. The next morning I overslept, so I was rushing and throwing things in my bag in order to make it to the bus stop before the bus did. I forgot to take out my wallet (no, I haven’t brang anything of value to school since my camera got stolen). So later I go to grab a dollar for a drink before Health and -- bet you didn’t see this coming! -- my wallet was completely bare, except for an extremely cute note Michael wrote me for our 3 month anniv.

I wasted my entire weekend working until my feet were bare to the bone and now I’ve got nothing to show for it. I’m tremendously pissed.

So, I’m in Journalism right now. I think we’re supposed to be writing some story or something... but this class is a joke, and honestly I don’t put any effort into joke classes. I mean, last quarter I managed to bring my grade up from an F to a B just in time for report cards... might as well just pull that shit again, seeing as I know that me being me, I’m not going to do any actual work.

And to any of you fucks who have stolen anything from someone who didnt deserve it and/or worked their asses off for it, I hope you get run over by an extremely obesse giraffe, and I hope it’s a necrophiliac giraffe so after you’re dead, it can have some fun. Fuckin’ cunts.

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