. . Love Laced In Cyanide . .

Hi.
Sorry for the neglect of updates. Nothing much happened. I came back from Canada on Saturday. I went shopping for clothing on Sunday. My mom didn't like the clothing so now I have to return it. Oh well. I am currently preparing for Open Mic on Thursday.
People actually liked my poem on self-mutilation, I was surprised. It sucks that I have a speech impediment (lisp), oh well. I dream to get over it someday, even though those little bastards at school make fun of me. I am even thinking of switching my Graphic Arts class to Chorus because of that fatass Julio and the ignorant bastards in the back. They can all kiss my ass then suck it dry.
Besides we haven't gotten anything done in there. I am basically wasting my time in there.

Anyways today I wrote a poem in Social Studies. I said my other poem (See my last post for November) and that asswipe Julio started making fun of it. That's why his fatass can't act. He's a joke, no one will take him seriously when they see his true colors. I disregarded it the first time, but it was the second time in Graphic Art that set me off. I tried not to get mad and not think about it. All it did was make me depressed.
I went to Lit. Mag. today it was fun. It took my mind off him..... Until someone talked about the play, which he is in. I want to go see it, but I don't want to support Julio. The play is actually good even though. Even if I do go, i'll probably go with Edgar if he's going. What ever i'll figure it out later.

Currently I have make-up work to do.

The story shall be continued... Stay Tuned

Mood: Pissed/Depressed
Listening to: Atreyu - You Eclipsed By Me
Reading: The Bluest Eyes
Watching: ...
Playing: Dead (sike-nah)
Eating: Brown Sugar Pop-Tarts
Drinking: Very Vanilla Soy Milk