Some people, wow, how can they be so rude?
10/15
I saw The Grudge 2 with a friend. It was atroscious. Too repeditve, and stupid. Only like two parts made me jump or even skip a beat. It was freaky, but hardly worth making a movie over. The first one, IMO, is the scariest movie of the passed 10 years. People love to hate both
10/16
My first detention, figures. It wasn't bad at all, today wasn't bad at all, actually.
Well...i had to do my Journalism homework in class, and i felt bad about the teacher accepting it late, without any consequences for me.
Bill gave me another poem and i'm keeping this one
its called
Insanity, and it goes very smoothly. Thats one gift he has, the gift of
smooth.he told me something that hasn't left my mind all day, and i feel sick thinking about it.......................
After school, i was walking outside to my bus, and Bill came up behind me as usual, and i handed him my poem (see below "Painkiller") anyways, he stops in front of the school, which is unusual, mainly because his bus is all the way at the end of the line. I asked if he was waiting on someone, and he said
"Yes. I get a ride home now, since
my bus driver sexually assaulted me.............."
All i could do is stare, and i looked at him and we kept a gaze, something that we rarely do, and i said
"Theres always something." He agreed, and thats it.
I felt ill till i got home from school, everyone was pressuring me to tell them what was wrong. But i told no one, i just told a friend that it was something that Bill had said, which was more than enough.
that kid will never get a break, and him saying that, or rather admiting that to me kind of made/ruined my day. It almost bittersweet, god, i hope he has 7th period lunch next semester.
I'm making a Brokeback Mountain music video.
i'll post it when i'm done
this is my new poem that i gave Bill
Pain KillerAll this time around old companions
But still i sit abandoned
damned by my solitude
never finding the amplitude
that would send me to completion
I've never seen the light
I always plummet before its here
Ever more to remain sober
from its uplifting essence
I'm deprived
in an unsettling way
but still i can yell
in this hell
but i cannot tell
that you are my morphine
you make me,
sympathy
And i can't understand why
I'm suppose to Die
oddly its kind of about him..... THOUGHTS?