Weeelll, here is the first entry in my diary.. Woot! I was made meber of the month! YAY!! -angel-

November 8th, 2005

Fiona, sorry, but I stole your date idea. *Sigh* Anyways, I am supposed to be typing out some homewrok, buuuut, I'm not. Lol. Woot! Procrastinators Unite..Tomorrow. <--- My life saying. During what I will probably be refering to often as "projest time" in class I was messing around and working. I am working with Chelsea and :( Brandon :(. He claims to be a Crip. Crip like the gang. Well, surpirse surprise, I guess another boy in my class, Anthony, claims to be a blood. Yeah, that was off subject. Anyways, during "project time", Brandon said I was "juice." Whatever the hell that meant. Then he said it means stupid or gay. I said "Fine, but if I am juice, I wanna be Kool-Aid!" Then he said kool-aid means gay. Then he said Courtland, another boy in my class, was tang. Tang is an orange drink that has monkeys as it mascot. He said he was the monkey. Grr.. Brandon keeps trying to start shit with me. I could kick his ass in a heart beat. I'm just awesome like that. Lol. Yeah..

November 11th, 2005

Yup, so here I am. A couple of my friends were over today. Alexandria, Tony, and Rachel. I haven't talked to Rachel in 3 yrs. She called me yesterday, so I invited her over. Woot! Tony let us put make-up on him. ^_^ It was so funny!! But yeah. We played karaoke (sp?). Yupp.. Soo.. Nothing else to talk it about.. Yaaaaay... ME! Tomorrow is me volleyball games! Well 2 of them. I have 3 this weekened. Holy shnit! I hope we win against Sacred Heart! Ahh!

December 16th, 2oo5

Well, I have decided to talk about yesterday. Well, I was getting ready for skool and my mom started yelling at me. I was starting to get fed up. She was like standing there watching me get my backpack together and I was getting more pissed. Then I put my backpack on and walked throught the hall, bumping past her. Then I was getting something from the dining room or whatever and she kept yelling at me. So I told her to leave me alone, but she was still yelling at me. By then I was already crying, so I threw my uber heavy backpack down. I ACCIDENTLY threw it on her foot. I SWEAR ON MY LIFE it was an ACCDENT! So she got more pissed and told me to, quote unquote, "Get the fuck out" So, I walked out onto the porch and she like pushed me out the door, saying 'Get the fuck out again." so I said "Don't touch me!" Then she shoved me against the wall on the porch and slapped me. I covered my face but she just kept slapping me, over and over again. She kept saying "Who do you think you are?!" and kept slapping me. She finally pushed me down the stairs, but I didnt fall, and i got into the car. I was like "Fuck you, you fucking bitch." So, I was like, crying at skool, and kept my face down. Liz asked me what was wrong and I just said that I dont want anyone to look at me, so she turned around. THEN Breanna just had to pray for me so EVERYONE had to look at me *evil glare*. Then my teacher Mr.G. asked if I was okay.. I of course said yeah.. der.