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I take band classes at my sister's school, which was my school last year. She's been getting into arguments with a kid named Trev all the time. Trev didn't know me from last year and only really knows my sister. Since we're related, he doesn't like me. So of course we're in a group together in the band class...
Today we were all supposed to be playing guitar while the other kid was drumming. And this little b*****d wouldn't cooperate. While this is going on the normal teacher is gone and the only teachers there are his helpers who are 16 and 17. Not much older than I. Trev decides he doesn't want to play guitar anymore and starts messing with the electric piano. We all ignore him, and I guess he decided this was no good and turned up the vfolume to the point where we couldn't hear each other or ourselves. I put my guitar down and turned off the piano. He turns it back on. I pulled the plug out. He screams at me, "You WHORE." I looked at him a moment and was all, "Did you just call me a whore?" He's all stuttering now, cause he knows he's in trouble, "No... yeah...maybe...I guess" So I walked out. Went and told Ryan the helper guy whos seventeen what happened and that I'm leaving. He insists on getting involved. So I had to wait for 10 minutes while he talked to Trev and two little fifth graders about respecting people. After that he talked to Jodie who's supposedly in charge of everything. Called Trev's parents... Yeah. Horrible expriance.

Sounds like the little ******** got his due, though.

Nothing ever goes right. I just spent 45 bucks on 6 dvds, shipped from bloody ******** Hong Kong, and it turns out that, hey, I can't understand them at all. The english subtitles suck. Not that big a deal, perhaps, but "Wordy! You are such saucebox!" isn't really even comprehensible, and I spent 45 ******** bucks on it, and got my hopes up.
I also have to be doing my work, but I just can't. I don't know why, I just sit down to do it, and can't. My doctor has been using me as his goddamn guinea pig, giving me pills out the ******** a**. None of them ever do anything but kill another part of me. I need more sleep, but I can't get it. I try to sleep, but I can't, and then I have to lie to my doctor about it... I know that if I told him, hey, he'd have some pills he'd like to try. I get 2-4 hours of sleep every night, and it just isn't enough to even survive on. I never get to see my friends, and my only connection to the world is my computer. That will likely soon be taken away from me, when I go off to boarding school. My parents want me to do better by hanging this over my head, but I am so strung out about it that I just can't handle anything. School, home, life, I just can't deal. <******** it, I'm going to bed.

*Points to sig*

Several people have talked with me. It was fun. Otherwise, I typically fear the phone, as the phone brings bad news.

If anyone is interested in talking, you can contact me via the following steps:

1) Draw a pentagram in the middle of your floor
2) Light a candle at each point
3) Chant my name three times

If I don't answer, it means I don't like you.

Burning your carpet is your own damn fault.

Is Soleq a common name? I did what you told me to but all I got was some two foot tall imp that keeps trying to poke me in the a** with a pitchfork...