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I suppose I can't really think of a title for today. I guess there isn't really anything I can think of, of course, I just said that, didn't I?
As you might've guessed, when I make journal posts I do not use the backspace button. And do you know why? Because, you can't take back words when talking, and my journal entries might as well be me talking, because, well, none of you listen!
Anywys...
I've been meaning to post, but I guess I haven't had time, or maybe I have. I don't even know right now. Sunday me and my dad found the cat that put those holes in Kitty's neck. Ironically, it's a huge cat, only slightly bigger than my kitty, if that's possible. He has the same nubby tail as Kitty, and is black and white! But, he has more white than black, with only little black dots.
I kept thinking I must've been crazy, you know, when you have a memory and it's all foggy. It's like that, I can't even name the date of it. I think it was sunday, anyway. Probably. But, at least I know it isn't now, Heather saw the cat today. Mean as hell, he is.
Don't you just hate people? I mean all people. Teh, heh, heh. I meant to ask for a change of seats in Science today, but I forgot, 'cause I wasn't packed when the bell rang, silly idiotic me. How can people misspell or misspronounce my sister's last name? I mean, really, how many letters is it seven? And guess how long mine is?! Eight! Ok, maybe that's one letter less, but mine is a foreign language! Oh, well, so is Heathers. Ok, never mind that.
I just hate people. You know? They have to go and dig up crap, and it's like everyone's just out there to make you miserable. It just sucks.
I'd almost welcome a school change right about now.
I know I say that alot, but when you get hit in the face with a damn stamp, and somebody presses ink into your homework, you'd get pissed.
And no, I don't care how bad your damn life is, post it on your own journal s**t head.
And I hate neighbors. I mean, wasn't the plan of moving out here to get away from the city [yes, Pen. is a city, it's just small and unknown]? Now, their throwing up houses, subdivisions, schools, churches, grocery stores! I mean, and mom wants to move to Melbourne?!
What's there? More resteraunts, grocery stores. The only difference is that you can walk from your house to those places, and no, I don't want any damn store any closer than ten minutes in the car away! And yes, I do happen to like the fifteen minute drive to school [Even though I prefure the older, hour and a half one.] Damn these construction workers!
My sister wants me to go to school tomorrow, and if they don't have those damn art packets to scream "This is Bullshit!", and that's what she really does want me to say. I will, too, cuz she dared me.
And, next time someone asks "Is it FooMiko? Or FooMika?" to say "Does it have a damn A at the end of it? How 'bout you just call me what my friends call me. Miko. Or, better yet. Let's say it together, sound it out. Foo-Me-Ko. Fumiko. See, it just takes practice to learn to read." Yes, she actually told me to say that. And, i swear, I will.
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