| Hey whoa... first update here in over two years. I'm a real happenin' kid, I must say. Um. I don't really intend to continue posting things here... I was just getting tired of commenting on other people's with that silly shmendric icon. Just don't ask. I don't know why I'm writing this. Nobody reads these anyway.
Hi I like everyone a whole bunch.
Hey look. Another facebook. |
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| Haha, yes! parents out of the house... ::turns up stereo:: |
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| Ooooh... I have premium too... I wonder what it does. Anyways.
Spent the night at Sarah's last night (we watched Amelie and When Harry Met Sally) and daddy picked me up this morning and was all cranky at me again. As usual. I can't do anything right anymore, can I? Anyways... I'm supposed to be studying for Algebra II because I have a quiz on Monday. Funny, they don't think an HOUR AND A HALF is enough for a quiz that I've been studying for half an hour each day for the past week. Gah. And Daddy's all like "Kristine your social is going to suffer a dramatic decline starting next weekend." What is that supposed to mean? I'm going to get an A on this thing.. I actually understand it. And he shouted "YOU ARE NOT GETTING A D IN MATH AGAIN" at me in the car this morning. As if I didn't need reminding again for the hundredth time. Do you think I meant to get a fricking D? DO YOU THINK I BLOODY LIKE HAVING A D?!?! God. It makes me so .. unhappy. |
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| Well. Hmm. This is amusing. I've never had a xanga before. Today was.... boring. Most of my friends were gone on the senior retreat thingy. But I was feeling reclusive anyways, so I suppose it doesn't much matter.
During my free period, I went to work on my shoes for art and there was Painting I in there, but Mr. Harper (he's subing) said I could work on it. (Mrs. Hilvitz would have let me too, but whatever.) And that boy who was mean to Marie was there. I don't like him very much... I don't like it when people are mean to my friends. But that other girl, Elyse maybe? The one who laughed at me when I couldn't get the copier to work and then tripped over the cord... yeah.. she was there too. I sat at my own table...
Why am I such a loser? |
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