Today was weird. I felt like a yo-yo.

I had to go to school early to take the pretest for the PSAT, because they didn't have enough supplies to give us the pretest for the SAT. So I wasted about 2 hours of my life, preparing for a test I already took.

I spent a loy of time bitching about how I'd rather be home, sleeping, which is utter bullshit, because I haven't been able to sleep past 9 for months now...

Math class sucked. I was confuzzled during much of the class, and then I was being either hit on or harassed by this shit-head perverted boy who sits behind me. If he wasn't so much taller than me, I would have punched him. Or slapped him. If he does it again, I'm reporting him. I'm not taking no shit from that creep.

I was very cold all day. It was so sunny and pretty today, but there was this cold wind, and I forgot to bring my jacket, and of course, all the teachers had the windows open.

The ocean has been grey looking lately, it reflects the sky. But it's still really beautiful in it's way.

I was feeling sad, tragic, and very alone for about the first half of the day, but after I got out to lunch, and talked to and giggled with my friends, I felt a bit better. I watched the skater guys try and jump the stairs. They kept falling, and it looked really painful. I don't get why they don't have more broken bones.

So the day just passed by quickly. I think it was I spent my time getting lost in my book...

And this girl Julia, in my homeroom, she's trying to get me hooked on Buffy. She's doing a pretty good job so far, but if I get to the point where all I can talk about is Buffy, like her.... well, all I have to say is that I've made people promise to shoot me if that ever happens.

But then, it wouldn't really matter anyways, because I've been feeling like my life is just like some big old hamster wheel, and that my life is totally meaningless. Like I'm wasting my time. But really, what's the point?

I'm just empty.

There's no point to my life. It's the same thing every day.

Wake up obscenly early.
Go to school.
Get bored out of my damn skull for 8 hours.
Go home.
Do the homework.(or not, and just blow it off).
Spend hours on my computer.
Go to sleep, all quiet and dejected.
Lather, rinse, repeat.

There's nothing different, there's no variety. I am sick of my life. It's boring. Stressful, and boring.

I'm sick of my parents naggin me incessantly. I'm sick of the pointless busywork. I'm sick of having nothing to do with my life. Sometimes I wonder why I even bother with it all. There's nothing in it for me, is there?

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my life so far - March 22, 2008
empty pockets - February 19, 2008
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