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(no subject) [Apr. 28th, 2005|08:03 am]
venting in the dance box
OMG.... my dad is a total ass clown... for example:
*last night*
Bryant: hey dad, can you give me a ride to school tomorrow?
Dad: Sure... what time?
Bryant: 7:15=7:20?
Dad: ok be ontime.
Bryant: you ready?
Dad: ya
Bryant: K, im going to go clean my glasses brb
(while in bathroom cleaning his glasses)
(bryant hears door shut and car drive off)
Bryant: Hey dad you still there?
(bryant walks into living room just in time)
(to watch his father speed away in his car)
Mom: What?
Bryant: Dad freaking left me here
Mom: i thought he said he couldn't give you a ride
Bryant: NOOOO he said last night that he could
Mom: Meh...
IM SO MAD.......
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(no subject) [Apr. 27th, 2005|10:16 pm]
venting in the dance box

Julius Caesar was mean anyways! so why is there some huge honkey play about him?!? so dumb! who cares now! he's dead, ooooo omg! lets write a huge confusing play about him for future generations to stress over, analyze to deeply into things i didn't even think of when i wrote it, to write huge long boring essays about nothing, for them to hate, cry over etc. etc. etc. because thats what smarty pants like Shakespeare want to do! torture future generations!
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grrrr. *insert word or names here*. [Apr. 19th, 2005|10:22 pm]
venting in the dance box

grrrr. john deblock.

grrrr. bryant abaricia.

grrrr. lee ketch.

grrrr. mom.

grrrr. my life.


grrrr. me.

grrrr. for anyone i forgot.
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(no subject) [Mar. 16th, 2005|08:02 pm]
venting in the dance box

[mood |crankycranky]

ok, this is the first entry.

so after calling my mom and telling her to pick me up in the student parkinglot and waiting in the rain for freakin' 20min. (it started getting pretty rainy and windy and all) she finally comes to the right place and drives right by me and i have to run even more in the rain.

now, mind you i was wearing a sarong as a skirt and my paper jacket. called paper for a reason.

she got confsed, and yelled at me! me! and b/c we only have 2 cell phones with bad plans and no minutes we can't get ahold of each other when we really need to. and she says live with it, and that its possible to use the very few minutes we have. yeah right.

so i looked and felt like crap. she yelled at me and i was sitting in the car shaking like mad b/c i was soaked to the bone, freezing cold, and starving. i was not happy, and then she yells. i tried explaining and telling her who really was at fault. but she's all "no! you said back gate!" and im like "no! i said specifically student parking lot, and the back gate doesn't exsist! the gate is in the front of the school."

so i got home with my clothes wet, and sticking to me. my hair all dripping and stringy all across my face, oh and my face! it was red. all of it. my mouth, my cheeks, my nose, my eyes! and my fingers were bright red and frozen along with the rest of me.

i started crying even.

but on a good note, my mom and i appologized later adn tomorrow we're going to go out to dinner at subway.

**end of vent**
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