Molly S, Molly S, Molly S (we still need a nickname for her D:). She thought she could go and talk about me without me finding out. 

At least we have one understanding: We pretty much hate eachothers guts now. 

SHE tells Keena that I told that I think her self-done nose piercing looks like shit on her. Eh, WRONG. In reality (where I tend to live), I said that it looks like shit, as in it looked infected, and I told her that she should go to a professional to check it out and make sure that it's not infected. Somehow she warps that into "Shayna thinks this piercing looks bad on me! :( Pity me!". 

Then, she says that I think I am perfect. While this may be true, I can't recall telling her that I think I'm the best thing since sliced bread. In fact, I'm very NOT confident (sorry, but that's pretty much the extent of my vocabulary). 

At least I'M not sleeping with an 18 year old, and I'M not smoking weed, and I'M not trying to be scene, no matter how much I declaire that I HATE PEOPLE CALLING ME SCENE AND YET I DYE MY HAIR BLACK AND PUT BLOTCHES OF HOT NEON COLORS IN IT, WEAR BIG SUNGLASSES, GET FACIAL PIERCINGS, AND WEAR BRIGHT COLORS WITH BLACK AND HELLO KITTY /caps. What happened to hippie Molly? I guess she died along with her V!rG!n!tYy. 

Then Keena defends me, saying that I don't think I'm perfect, I'm just confident with myself and what I say. Half true; I am VERY confident about what I say, because I'm observant, and usually right. Sorry, but it's the truth. Molly goes on to end the conversation by saying "Well, she's too confident for my liking".  
Cause I mean, God forbid someone isn't good enough for Molly's liking.  

/fail. 

So basically, all the weed and illegal sex and partying and other stuff has screwed up her brain, and she now thinks that I am the devil and she is the godliest thing on this planet. 

But I am right.
Her boyfriend does drugs, as much as she wants to believe he doesn't. He's most likely using her, cause she's a pretty and easy freshmen girl. I defend that by the fact that she was willing to get down on her knees (if you catch my drift) after knowing him for, um, about 5 days. Yeahhh. And then screwing her after a week. She won't admit that I was right (and actually got mad at me for saying so) about how she is just starting with little drugs, saying "She knows her limits", like we all haven't heard THAT one before, and how she will eventually want it more often, and then she'll want to try other drugs, and before she knows it, all this "experimenting" has gotten her addicted. Goodbye life. 

Oh, and she is a vegitarean again. Okay, here's a little rule about being a vegiterean: YOU CAN'T EAT MEAT. 
Do you understand? NO MEAT. NO CHICKEN. NO PORK. NOTHING THAT WAS ONCE LIVING AND BREATHING. You can't be a vegitarean for 2 years, decide that you're in th mood for a chicken sandwich, and then immediatly switch back to being a vegitarean once you're through. That isn't how it works, you MORON. 

God, I pretty much hate her now. Safe to say. 


Now, let's see how long until she figures out I know. 
Didn't even last a day without me not knowing about her talking about me. Not even 2 hours. I have people. 

I got an hour of sleep last night, and 3 hours the night before.

No matter how hard I tried to fall asleep, I couldn't do it. I don't know why.

So after that, the next fail thing was History. There is this new kid, he's huge and fat and ugly and creepy. I am actually scared of this guy who now sits behind me, because my seat got moved in front of an empty one. He came walking along (I don't think you can call what this guy does 'walking'. It's more like wobbling and trying to create holes in the floor) and sits in the empty seat behind me. I enjoyed where I was moved too for a whole two days before sunshine came along. When he did, I was sitting so far up that my butt was barely on the chair and I was sqashed against my desk. I felt like the fat slob would pull out a knife and like, stab me in the back and then twist the knife and break my spine. He's that creepy.

Me and Molly made a great visualization when he was sitting at the Black Table near us (we call it that cause it's the only brown table in the cafeteria, and also the only table that no one sits at cause it's me and Molly's spot). Like, imagine a normal neighborhood, houses lines up, lawns cut real nice, cars parked neatly in the lot. Your looking down the street and standing in the middle of the street, and the horizon is right in front of you. The sunset makes the sky look yellow, and the houses look black. Suddenly, this big, fat guy comes waddling down the street, ruining the Kodak scene, and making the ground quake. People scream and run out of their houses sheilding their faces, as big fat kid steps on lawns, gardens, and houses, ruining them.

That's how I feel when I see this guy.

So anyway, the girl who sits in front of me wasn't here today, so I sat in her seat, leaving an empty desk between me and King Kong. I thought it was all good, but the minute I sit down, I can feel fatass moving around in his seat, his feet hitting the desk in front of him, and that desk hitting mine. HE CAN NOT SIT STILL. And it doesn't exactly help that the chairs are connected to the desk, and there isn't much room for someone his size to fit. So he was CONSTANTLY moving, and I felt my desk move along with it. Several times through out the class my papers were actually knocked off my desk from the SHEER FORCE of this fat slob kicking and moving around. We had a test on Rome, and it took me forever to finish, because I can't focus when something is distracting me, and it is CERTAINLY distracting to have the World's Largest Man sitting two desks behind you and moving around so much that you can't focus on anything else. I turned around more then once and gave him that death glare I do. People who know me irl know that look very well, and the sheer power of it. I generally save that look for people who are annoying me, or people who give me that snobbish look. They usually back off. But this guy can't take a hint, and I swear if I had a gun at that moment and shot him, he wouldn't have even felt it. He's HUGE. And I have to deal with it.

Sitting near freaky Elaine and obnoxious 'no srsly I am gay' Aaron is heaven compared to this guy.

Now I hate to go to my favorite class because I'm scared/annoyed/disctracted/DISGUSTED by this thing I can't even call a HUMAN BEING that sits behind me and probably imagines me without my clothes off. I DO NOT FEEL COMFORTABLE. I CAN'T REMEMBER MUCH ABOUT JULIUS CAESAR, EVEN THOUGH I LOVE LEARNING ABOUT CAESAR. I am so distracted and I hate it.

Once that class FINALLY ended, on my way to science is when the last bad thing happened. I was walking with Molly, minding my own business, and someone throws something at me. I grab my hair where someone threw something and felt to make sure it wasn't stuck, and there was nothing there. WHAT IS WITH PEOPLE THROWING THINGS AT ME. I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU.

And then less then 5 seconds after that, some other guy (purposefully) slams his hip at me, and I had to dodge that and fell into Molly.

What is with people. I hate my school.

And I have had this constant headache for the past month. No joke. I can't even listen to music while I'm on the computer cause it gives me a headache. And my headphones are always quiet cause the noise hurts my ear.

Everything sucks.

But this weekend, if it goes as planned it will not suck.

Molly is (hopefully) coming over and bringing Brokeback Mountain, and we will watch that and watch some Diru DVD's maybe, and we'll bake a cake to celebrate Kyo's birthday. Also Kao and Shinya's birthday, but mostly Kyo cause we love him. Maybe we can have a sleeover. I really hope so. Kyo party must last through the night.

Then over the weekend my mom might take me to the mall for sweatpants and maybe a sweater if I beg enough, and I need clothes omg.

My kitty is so cute. Miss Girl.

Last night I heard her crying outside my room, so I open the door and she;s running to my parents room with a stuffed mouse, and she jumps on the bed, drops the mouse, and runs back downstairs to get another. She's so adorable. At night if she wants to play with her toys, she goes downstairs and gets a toy out of her box, then runs upstairs to my parents room where she puts the toys in between my mom and dad. She gets like, 12 toys up there before she gives up and falls asleep. It's so cute.

EW IT'S ONLY TUESDAY D: I WANT WEEKEND.

As all of you already know, the Patriots lost the Superbowl. 29 seconds on the clock, and the Giants scored. They lost 17-14. I am devestated. I will never ever recover from it. It was almost a perfect season.

Yeah. It did in fact ruin my week, and possibly my life.

Anyway, if Mary tries to pretend she's a gay-o, I might have to kill her. GSA + Being creepy stalker DOES NOT EQUAL lezb0.
Not now, not ever.
Her and Oliver need to die. Or start dating so we can all move on with our lives and realize THERE ARE NOT REALLY ANY QUEERS IN OUR SCHOOL.
Bisexual people, sure, but NO QUEERS. And half the bi people are actually straight.

Who else thinks that Miley Cyrus is kind of a babe? Yeah me too :O Only a little, though. Almost not at all. But in like, 3-4 years from now, just remember that you saw it here first. 

Eh, let's see. More wonderfully amazing things I need to share with you. 

Oh, the guy who isn't the middle hair guy and who isn't the curly haired guy in the Jonas Brothers, he is now having curly hair. And I decided that the three of them are having some weird relationship, and I am slightly scared.

Damn it, why do I keep seeing the Giants on commercials, I KNOW they won, and now I would like to forget about it kthnx.


Am I the only one who thinks Jonathan Brandis should come back from the dead, turn 16 again, and play Billy Bloom in the movie that isn't made but totally should be, Freak Show? omg yes.
Then Seth Green could turn 17 and be Flip Kelly. Hellllllz yeah. 

YO, BILLY, I DON'T KNOW.
NO, NO, NO.

Oh, you very tes, Missa Lejah.

Trufax guys. I FAIL CAUSE I STUTTER IN CLASS AND PEOPLE THINK ITS FUNNY TO TEASE ME FOR IT. 
It's not guys. No rly. It's not. Not not not. It was like, only two times likes Jesus, get OVER it. Then when Cassidy called my name to see my grade, Matt went "De-De-Dedonato" and everyone was highly amused by this biz. 

C'MON. "PLEASE" IS A DIFFICULT WORD TO SAY SOMETIMES. AND SO IS "POLYTHEISTIC". AND ANYTHING ELSE WITH THE "UH" SOUND IN IT. STFU. 

Oh, and listen to this sport's fans: Keena cut off her bracelet. I ALMOST KILLED HER SHE MIGHT GO TO JAIL AHJFDGFSAKJD. But now I am upset cause if she does I might not speak to her until 45 days when she gets back. And I'm not gonna sleep well tonight cause of it. Okay I might, but I'm still upset. 

I think I'll ask my mom to take me to the doctor about teh asthma. Breathing is difficult for me and I might need medication. 

We bettterrrr not miss school tomorrow cause wehave exams and adfksad Okay I guess it'll be alright if we miss it but a 2 hour delay will KILL ME. 




Hopefully tomorrow Living Jonathan Brandis will have been a dumb little pretty boy and have forgotten Other Molly's outburst. He IS a pretty boy. Really. He IS.