THAT'S RIGHT IT'S THAT TIME AGAIN, TIME TO RANT ABOUT SHIT- LIFE- SAME DIFFERENCE
SO I STROLL OVER TO SCHOOL, DRAG MY ASS OVER A FENCE AND LAND ON THE OTHER SIDE LIKE ANY OTHER FUCKING DAY, ONLY TODAY MY KNEE'S FUCKING FELT LIKE DAGGERS HAD JUST GONE THROUGH THEM? WTF? KNEE PAIN? AT 18? WHAT?
OKAY, SO I MAKE MY FAT ASS WAY OVER TO THE SCHOOL GROUNDS, WITH MY KNEE'S IN PAIN, LIMPING LIKE SOME OLD MAN, AND I TAKE A MOMENT TO INVENTORY MY FAT ASS: I'M WEARING BEAT UP SNEAKERS THAT I'VE HAD FOR NEARLY 5 YEARS, BLACK BAGGY POLYESTER-LIKE-SUBSTANCE PANTS, (THAT I BOUGHT AT THE SECOND HAND STORE) A BLACK, WHITE, AND RED BLOUSE WITH A PATTERNED PRINT OF FOLIAGE MADE OF THE SAME MATERIAL. THE SHIRT HOWEVER WAS CONVENIENTLY SKIN-TIGHT TO REVEAL EACH OF MY 7 ROLLS AND SMALL POINTY BREASTS. I ALSO DAWN A BLACK (GOT A MOTIF GOING HERE) FLEECE SWEATER BOUGHT AT TARGET LAST CHRISTMAS ALLEGEDLY COSTING A GOOD $60, FUNNY CUZ THE SEAMS AROUND THE LEFT SLEEVE GAVE OUT A GOOD $50 DOLLARS AGO, LOOKING LIKE SOMEBODY RIPPED MY HAND OFF OF THAT SLEEVE WITH THE WAY THE FRINGES HANG LIKE NERVES. N-WAYS LIKE PPL @ MY OLD HIGH SCHOOL USED TO SAY, I HEAVE MY GINORMOUS ASS UP THE FLIGHT OF STAIRS WHERE I FIND A COUPLE MAKING OUT WHICH ONLY REMINDS ME THAT I DON'T HAVE A BOYFRIEND, WHICH THEN REMINDS ME OF WHY I DON'T HAVE A BOYFRIEND, LET ME LIST THE WAYS: 10 ACNE SCARS, 9 PIMPLES, 8 DISGUSTING OUTFITS, 7 DAYS OF B.O, 6 HOURS OF SLEEP, 5 MEALS A DAY, 4 BATH A WEEK, 3 BLOODY NOSES, 2 SHITTY HAIRCUTS, AND 1 GINORMOUS ASS.
SLIGHTLY OUT OF BREATH I REACH THE SECOND FLOOR LANDING WHERE I SEE CLUMPS OF PEOPLE GATHERED HERE AND THERE AND IT ONLY REMINDS ME OF HOW I HAVE NO FRIENDS, WHICH THEN REMINDS ME OF WHY I HAVE NO FRIENDS (SEE ABOVE) NOW, SLIGHTLY DISGRUNTLED I MAKE MY WAY TO THE BATHROOM WHERE I TUG AT MY PERFECTLY STRAIGHT AND STIFF HAIR SITTING ATTOP MY HEAD LIKE BLACK LIMP STRAW.
HEY SEXY
I PROD AT A FEW PIMPLES, TUG SOME MORE AT MY HAIR, ACT LIKE I DON'T SEE THE GORGEOUS 5'6, 100 LB, SIZE 0, LONG HAIRED CHEERLEADER/BEAUTY QUEEN/PROM QUEEN/HOME COMING QUEEN/ GUY I LIKE'S GIRL FRIEND/GIRL-NEXT-DOOR-WHO'S-PRETTIER- THAN-ME; AS SHE BATS HER EYELASHES AT HER PERFECT REFLECTION AND TALKS ABOUT HOW IN THE WORLD SHE'S GOING TO SPEND HER $2,000 CHRISTMAS MONEY, (IT JUST ISTN'T ENOUGH!) AND POUTS HER LIPS BEFORE LINKING ARMS WITH HER 2 BEST "GAL PALS" AND PRANCES OUT OF THE BATHROOM
LEAVING ME CONTEMPLATING MY SUB PAR APPEARANCE, MY NON-EXISTENT SOCIAL/LOVE LIFE, MY WALLET WITH COBWEBS IN IT, IN A DIMLY LIT, AND SMELLY BATHROOM.
LIFE IS SO BEAUTIFUL.
FIRST HOUR PASSES-STUDY HALL ROLLS AROUND, TWICE, THEN ENGLISH. I PLAY DEVIL'S ADVOCATE AND HELP OUT THE STRUGGLING SUBSTITUTE WHILE PEOPLE WHO HAVE A LIFE TALK AND LAUGH WITH THEIR FRIENDS.
FINALLY AFTER SOME PRODDING AND POKING AND ASKING FOR HELP FROM AN IRRITABLE, ELITIST BITCH NEXT DOOR WE GET THE MOVIE TO START WORKING.
FIFTH HOUR ROLLS AROUND, I SIT AWAY FROM MY "ACQUAINTANCES" CAN'T EVEN CALL THEM FR-ENEMIES BECAUSE THEY HAVE TO BE YOUR FRIENDS TO BEGIN WITH, SO I GUESS I JUST SAT FAR FROM MY ENEMIES IN THE BACK, TO THE FRONT- WHERE I ACTUALLY LEARNED SOMETHING TODAY. THEN AFTER FEELING LIKE A TOOL FOR AN HOUR THE BELL RANG, I GRABBED MY SHIT AND MADE SURE SIXTH HOUR DIDN'T COME AROUND BY WALKING HOME- THE SHORT WAY.
ONCE IN MY QUIET DARK CAVE, I CAME TO REFLECTING SOME SHIT, AND REALIZED, TODAY SUCKED, BUT THIS IS JUST LIKE EVERYDAY OF MY LIFE. I'M NOT GOING TO DEAL WITH IT, AND I'M NOT GOING TO FIND SOMETHING NICE, ABOUT IT. I'M GOING TO LIVE IT THROUGH AND THROUGH TILL IT DOESN'T EVEN PHASE ME.
I DON'T THINK ANYONE WANTS ME TO "FAIL" PER-SAY, BUT I'M NOT GOING TO GIVE ANYONE THAT OPPORTUNITY. NOSE TO THE GRINDSTONE EVERYFUCKIN'DAY- JUST THE WAY I LIKE IT.
WHOoo okay it's all gone, I feel fine.
Out side of my rants I'm a nice lil' girl
Out side of my rants I'm a nice lil' girl
but when that rant comes out it comes out in full force!
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