Imma do the things that i wanna do I ain't got a thing to prove to you I'll eat my candy with the pork and beans Excuse my manners if i make a scene I ain't gonna wear the clothes that you like I'm fine and dandy with the me inside One look in the mirror and i'm tickled pink I don't give a hoot about what you think "If you thinking that you know me, better press rewind" Formspring RoboTo SeventyDreams |
Thursday, March 11, 2010
So for homework, I'm supposed to analyze Act 1 Scene 1 of Romeo and Juliet.............................................................................................................................................I say screw it, I don't even like Shakespeare. School has been a drag. Literally. Maybe it's just me QQing again, but the past week has been so gloomy. I feel so behind on homework........ no scratch that, I feel so behind on life. So this is what life feels like after the Olympics leave your city? Damn, those two weeks must have affected me a lot, because I feel like crap right now. I guess I just miss that feeling of pride, of traveling downtown everyday, staying until after hours on Granville street, and singing O Canada! at the top of my lungs every single night with a bunch of people I'd never met before. But it didn't matter that they were total strangers, because we all shared one thing in common, the pride of being Canadian. And it felt pretty damn good too. Now, things aren't the same. I came late everyday this week and really didn't care. Usually I actually try to come early but I get there about 2 minutes too late, but this week I actually tried to come late. Wednesday, a late start day, I went to school at 10am. Why? Because I felt like it, because I wanted to be late. Because for the first time since I started coming late to school, I wanted to be in lunch detention. I don't know if I'm just going through a freaky faze, or if it's just some attitude adjustment I'm dealing with, I just know that I don't care about anything. I don't have a passion for anything. Maybe that's why I dropped 13% in my best class? You know what's weird about that? When I found out that I had dropped 13%, I didn't even care. I didn't feel anything. Worried, angry, stressed, nothing. I sat back down and thought "wow, that's a big drop", then didn't think about it again. If you read this, you'll probably say to yourself "that's so bad! She should care about her grade! That's gonna affect her future!" Well whoever you are, you know what I say to that? Screw you. Screw the future. I don't know what in the hell I wanna be once high school's over, I don't know where I wanna go. Trust me, I know that's the bad attitude to have, I need to start planning my future, yeah yeah I know that. But right now, I just don't give a damn. It's not just school that's been getting me down, it's people. Particularly people in my school. I won't name names, I'm not one to do that, but certain people have been getting me down, or better yet, letting me down. People are never who you assume them to be, which is why you have to take the time to get to know them. Maybe that's why people like to think of me as a bitch? Because no matter what they assume, they never really took the time to 'know me'. Eh, what are you gonna do, right? It's high school and I'm sixteen. I'm not old, but I feel like I've been going through the same things with the same people for a loooooooong time now, and it's technically only been three years. So what's my solution? Move schools? Move countries? Nah, too expensive. I've only got two years left with this crowd, might as well suck it up and live with it. But if I have to suck it up, then a whole lot of others better suck it up, too. Because, let's face it my dears, no one said this shit was gonna be easy, so if I have to put up with you(pl.) for two more years, you can put up with me too. |