Witty, Witty, Witless

It seems I've found a break in which I should be studying or writing or doing something that's not so pointless. But, whatever. School can wait...education can screw itself. It's basically like the callouse on my index finger, keeps getting bigger until it just goes numb.

Numb.

There's a quote from a Tree Grows In Brooklyn I'd like to throw in here however I don't wanna butcher it without the book in front of me. It's something along the lines of wanting to feel something, no matter what, rather than nothing.

Right now all I feel is the pain in stomach and my aching exhaustion.

If I could hide out with you I'd just take the day and sleep. And breathe. And live.

And not want to stab my eye out with my pen in Algebra 2.

I'm surprised I haven't jumped out the second story window of that classroom yet.

If I had more energy I'd bitch about people....but I don't even have the energy to do a super rant.

However, this whole teenage angst "I hate my life for no apparent reason, and either I'm going to hide it, but write all these clever, witty lyrics about how I so nobily hide my obnoxious complaining, or I'm going to shout my 'sadness' from the tree tops and drink all the tear drop tea at my pity party" I've been guilty of this on numerous occasions, but at least at the end of the day I know I'm lucky and have a great set of friends and life, and possible future.

The people who are utterly convinced their life is a suckish pit of suck because the girl they like won't cover them in kisses who goes to this school and lives in this neighborhood are what get me. It could always be worse.

Song of the Day: "Say it's Possible" cover by Jay Brennan

The song is a pity party. Irony.

Baby, I Was Born This Way

Okay, so I did just quote a Gaga song that sounds like a Madonna song and is quite pop-ish, but you know what? That's irrelevant. It's a good song. And catchy. And it might be the anthem of 2011.

And you know what else?

I've been beaten down, horrified of myself, the rumors that haunt me like a curse, the curse of my past....the curse of him. Though they don't mean a thing to me know, those people still manage to give me shit via the rumor mill.

I'm hoping internally one of you are reading this. And I will not give you the satisfaction of watching me try to defend myself helplessly from the hell hole that is high school. I can sit here and type vehemently that all of these rumors are lies and that I am better than that, but it would be a waste of internet space. Of course, basically everything I say on the internet is a waste. Ah, well. But I won't give them the satisfaction of anything.

Because, when it comes down to it, all I've got are my real friends, the one's who know the rumors aren't true, and everyone else can go suck cow nipples.

I could also sit here and tell you that I don't feel any of these attacks. I feel every word whispered about me behind my back, and every glare I get. And, truthfully, it's not often about me.

My point is the following: I've gotten this far. I've been to hell and back. And there is no way I'm going back there. I've made it through. And he will never, ever, ever win. I will not regret, because it never happened. He will never, ever, win, as long as I have my strength.

Don't be a drag, just be a Queen.

Peace, Love, and Rock n' Roll

Song of the Day: *You guessed it* "Born this Way" Lady Gaga

Let The Sun Rain Down On Me

Well, well, well, Panic! at the Disco is back mfers! Between "The Ballad of Mona Lisa" and the live versions of "Let's Kill Tonight" and "Nearly Witches" I've been on music cloud nine. Might be the only thing keeping me on the surface from falling into a homework rut.


So many damn essays...anyway, I'm pretty sure I love my friends more than life itself. Thank God I have them. I don't know what I'd do without these guys.

So, I have nothing interesting to say.

Here's a song cookie!

Peace, Love, and Rock n' Roll

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