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Freakin' blast to the past. (The past where I was not even alive yet.)

Cyber Hiiiiiiiigh.

I hate my math teacher. I'm so glad she's going to be fired next year. Bitch can't teach for shit. I swear, every single fucking day she plays the favorites game. If I'm not sitting with the geniuses in the class, she'd check my homework. Here's an example: There a corner of students she give full credit to for homework without looking at their papers while I'm on the fucking other end and she decides, out of all the other students, to check mine. If she spots ONE problem wrong, she won't give me credit. I SWEAR IT'S BECAUSE I'M FUCKING TAN. The other week, she glanced at my classwork and gave me full credit and just as I'm about to skip off all happy, she says, "WAIT. NO. Never mind give it back. You have one wrong. I'm taking off credit. You can't leave for lunch until you finish." I was totally fed up. I just packed up when she was watching me and left like that. MAN. What's with all the fucking math teachers at my school being total piss offs. The only decent teacher would be the most wanted class so it'd be full by the week of the school year. AUGDSLKHGLKSDJFLDSJFLKJ. It's the only fucking class I have tomorrow for an hour and a half. I swear, I'm going to fucking flip a table like a little bitch and scream out at the top of my lungs. I don't even get HALF credit for all of my work. ONEEEEE PROBLEM WRONG AND NO CREDIT. WATABITCH.

Anyways, milktea from iCreation. I'm starting to grow fat from this wonderful concoction. My boyfriend says I'm an addict; it's completely true. I'm also addicted to Google+. It's odd, but I can only concentrate on homework when I hear friends..

COLLEGE. Fucking shit. So, I've been thinking about my major and my backup. I want to try film-making and graphic arts. When I mean graphic arts, I mean like interface design and original stuff. I'm horrible at recreating things. I want to try film-making since I've been doing videos as hobbies and I'm not completely terrible at photography/filming. Apparently city college here has a graphic design program that is the equal to Academy of Arts Institute. I'm still deciding since city is a bitch to get classes, but if all else fails, I'll go to a junior college to at least get my basics done then transfer to a state. I'm too retarded to go to a UC.

A few people have been talking about this one chick that goes to my school who actually got into Harvard. It's pretty amazing since she's going to MY school. I mean, my school is full of idiots. The majority are idiots anyway. That includes me. I've also seen her art studio work around the school; it makes me feel unaccomplished in life. LOL. She's amazing and I'd probably go full on lesbian for her if I wasn't dating a dude.

Oh, I'm bi. It's not like people will see this, but my future self will look back on this and be like, "Yeah, those were the days." Well, I know for sure that I'm bisexual, it's just that most of the women here are complete back-stabbers or are too straight for me to attack. Guys tend to be nice, especially the one I'm in love with. Girls here are so bad that I'm willing to trust boys I just became friends with with my secrets and they'd actually keep them. It's like, wow it's not that hard, ladies. I know I tell others secrets about other people, but I only tell one person and he's the most trustworthy person on earth.

One more thing-- My friend and I got into a tiff. Oh, gosh. We were working on this flier I couldn't work on due to CyberHigh. I was basically drawing the bracelet we were selling on the flier and then she sorta snapped at how we were building it. There weren't beads on the bracelet or whatever. I said there wasn't anything to support the rest of the bracelet if we didn't have beads. Then we got into a sort of argument about the elastic string. aha. I was asking if she meant the white elastic that you'd find on cheap bracelets or the clear elastic that you'd find on friendship bracelets. Then she said something about black elastic and I had to think about it. I guess she got confused when I mentioned that and kept saying how I wanted to white elastic.. but I didn't so I got mad and said "I didn't say shit!" Then she said she didn't care how things turned out when she planned the whole thing. That's when I got fed up and just stopped talking because our 'fun hawaiian club' suddenly turned into a priority and job. I get upset with that stuff since clubs are suppose to be fun, not all AUGSDLKHFSKD. So, yeah. We're still in a fight though.

ADIOS. Tomorrow is a new day. Unit 9 of my Cyber High testing. Wish me luck, me.

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Ughh. I don't even know what I've been doing lately. I'm going to become a stupid hobo that eats their artwork. Total SB reference there. Anyway, I'm doing more CyberHigh shit and slowly dying out. I'm going to Daiso and get some art supplies tomorrow. There's no way in hell I'm going to J-town though; Cherry Blossom festival is crowding up those garage parking spaces. Damn wonderful cosplayers.

I'd cosplay if I weren't so ugly and tan. I guess the only good thing about my skin tone is that I get complements from the beautiful porcelain people like Edward Cullen. I'm the perfect shade of caramel right now, but when I go to Hawaii, I'll turn into a piece of burnt toast. I always do when I visit hot and sunny places like Florida or Hawaii. Luckily for me, golden state weather turns me a little lighter or I just start peeling like a banana until I'm caramel again.

I just disconnected from Google + from wanting to write on this dumbass blog. I guess I'm crazy and just like to write to myself. It's all good though. I've never felt like blowing up on my friends for no reason anymore because of this. Well, speaking of 'porcelain', I'm going to try and buy materials to make air-dry cold porcelain clay tomorrow. Hopefully Elmer's Glue will be cheap and I can just buy a shit-load for personal uses. I assume I used the wrong amount of corn starch since my first attempted batch turned out a total dry bitch.

Mom's birthday is coming up in a few days; I made her a cute clay chibi charm for whatever use. I'm not the type to find amazing gifts for family and friends. I'm terrible at that. Tomorrow, well, ten minutes from now, it'll be Jolie's birthday. Man, it's been forever since we've talked or hung out. I guess that's okay..I mean I have terrible relationships with my 'middle school friends'. It's understandable. I was a terrible person and I still am, it's just that I don't like talking to them. Jolie is an acception, but it seems like she doesn't like me anymore anyways. It's cool. I know I was a total bitch and inconsiderate of peoples' feelings back then. I still am and all, but I tried really hard to get rid of those habits and part of me.

My newer friends don't believe I would act like that even when I told them how I use to be. It's sort of terrible. I've changed so much to the point where it's like I'm a completely new person. I can't tell if I've changed and left people behind for the better. Maybe it is for the better. Oh, well. I don't even care anymore. I like the people in my life today. Everything will heal in time. <3

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Back when I sat in that auditorium
And shed tears to the sound of music,
I realized how much I hated that place.
I hated every single thing about it;
The people, the emotions, the sound.
Everything.

As my tears fell, I knew it. I just did.
Everything for me was over.
It was all over for me.
Goodbye old friends.
We'll be enemies forevermore.
Goodbye.