Hey, do you think TiTi will flunk eighth grade again so that I won't have to be in a class with her next year? Maybe she will. Although.... even if she is a bitch, I'd rather have her in my class because I at least know her. Plus, then I could play mean pranks on her. (Look, I never claimed to be a perfect saint! My blog is not a moral story, it's just the story of my life, which is sometimes less than moral! So shove it!) Like, ever since I read about it on the Datingish Xanga blog, I've wanted to fill someone's locker with dicks. Obviously, it would have to be a boy, though. Oh, wait, TiTi bragged that she sometimes walks around holding hands with her friend Christine. She SAID she wasn't bi, but I bet she is! Oh, that is just too funny! So maybe I could fill her locker! Unless she's the girl in the relationship...
I was wondering something... if you have two gay crossdressers, does that make them double gay? It seems like it would... unless it cancels each other out! Maybe it does that! Although that doesn't make sense. Hmm... Of whom can I ask this deep philisophical question?
I don't want to go to CKC-Muzak today. (I call it muzak, because it generally sounds so bad) I don't want to feel like the nerdy turdy homeschooled loser prep again! I will never again call anyone a loser (unless they deserve it) or a prep (unless they deserve that too). It is very hurtful. And I will never call anyone (except TiTi) a wannabe. Unless they are. In which case I feel perfectly within my right to do so. But, seriously, I feel so awkward there when I'm not teaching! Sure, the little kids like me, but you can't hang out with a couple of fourth graders indefinately! Then, there are the Two Best Friends, who wear very nice clothes and appear to be richer than I am. One is even blond. They're also very good pals with JK and some of the other kids, therefore creating their own hierarchy that I'm not part of. Well, why would I be? I'm not them... it doesn't bother me that much, but I feel really useless and out of it, which is not a good feeling to have, especially since you also have to be the only one to do anything and also the only one to not get any credit for doing anything. I'm serious! Mom makes me and Zac teach everyone, and clean up everything, and write all the records, and tune all the stuff, and get all the snacks (or at least she made me cook a cake today) and just generally do everything, and are we mentioned any? No, we are not. The ones who get all the credit are the university students who show up maybe once a month and do absolutely nothing but collect dust when they do come! They even get special stuff like reccomendations for their deans and free lunches at campus! And we don't! Why? Because we're frickin teenagers! It's child labor! Er, wait, I'm fourteen now, so I can't use that line anymore. Darn it!
At any rate. I SO don't want to go. On the other hand, though, if I do go, it will mean Kitty has to stay home by herself, so she'll practice, so then maybe she and Mom and Sungmin will go to tae kwon do with Zac and Dad and let me stay home with the babyshitters (who, by the way, seem to be entirely at our beck and call. Maybe Mom has some sort of hold over them.)! Then, I could record my songs and watch Bleach and just have a great ol time! Ok! It's worth a try! So, let's see... don't practice, don't do math, don't do anything so that I'll have an excuse to stay home... (or maybe I could do some practicing, just in case my plan doesn't go through) make sure Mom goes to tae kwon do person: ow! other person: hey! i kicked you! first person: i hate your guts! second person: well i hate yours! first person: go screw yourself! second person: with a screwdriver? first person: no, a screwdriver is made out of whiskey and orange juice! (er, is it? i forget) second person: oh. both: lets get drunk and forget what we did! both again: ok!
There, sorry, I had to write that so I could tell dad I was working on a play. Why is he so nosy anyway? Darn, I gotta go. It's time to get ready for CKC-Muzak. (remind me to think of a clever acronym for the CKC part later!)
xoxoxo~♥~
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