Madness, my friends. Pure madness.

MY GOSH, I HATE EVERYTHING.

Why is that, you ask? Well, lets begin to delve into the dark and horrid depths of my high school life, shall we?

Graphics is STILL in my timetable despite my best efforts to get it changed. I tryed to accept that graphics is going to find me somehow to further torture me no matter what I do and plodded off to it this morning under the impression that one of my friends, Hope, was in that class. WRONG. She was nowhere to be found. So, I'm pretty much doing the exact same tortorus thing just with a different teacher and different people. OH FRIKIN' JOY.

I have been depressed all day for reasons that I like to keep, lets say, close to my chest, which pretty much rendered me completley usless when it came to thinking. So today was pretty much a giagantic write-off. Again. OH FRIKIN' JOY. AGAIN.

Speaking of feigned joy, why is it that all some people only ever (and I mean ever) talk and think about is boys? I won't name names, but if you're in my circle of friends, you will most definatley know who I'm talking about. Its just crap spewing out of their mouths all the time, 24/7. I AM NOT EXAGGERATING HERE. ALL THE TIME. I'm not saying that they should stop all together. JUST DO IT A HELL OF ALOT LESS.

happyhappyjoyjoy-lessly yours,
Kim