Wednesday, October 10
Bull Shit.

Currently Listening To; Heat Dies Down by Kaiser Chiefs

You know when you watch all those corny T.V. specials about kids doing something wrong, like failing a class, and their parents go on this spiel about how their children should confront them about the problems they have, because "we're your parents, and we'll always be here for you". Well as it should already be known this is a load of shit. Most people, including myself aren't so lucky as to have these kinds of parents.

Although in my eyes it's petty, to my parents, particularly my mom, failing classes is the worst thing ever. My mom expects me to be perfect, blah blah blah, and yes, I am WAY over exaggerating, mainly because this blog is being written in spite. I am currently, and probably will fail gym this year. I realize that this is MAINLY my fault, but there ARE other factors to blame here, ones which my mom refuses to acknowledge. Such as, the FACT that my guidance councilor told me to wait to sign up for a gym class until my schedule had been changed, because my free periods. I DID talk to my councilor about this problem, BEFORE it occurred. Another thing we could play in here is that I've already missed 4 days of school, regardless of the reason, which was because I was sick, therefore I have back work, that I am STILL scrounging to get done, mainly because, moving from Georgia they had to give me an odd course load. So I still have some of that work to get done, although, it is winding down to next to no back work. On top of this, I also feel that I should not be help accountable to make up the back work for this class when I was not scheduled for it. I was not informed of the schedule change when it happened and so, I didn't go to gym, because I wasn't scheduled. My guidance councilor told me that they would schedule me for gym, and as it has become apparent, they either took a few days to do it, or they didn't inform me when the change took place. In fact the guidance office didn't inform me of the change at all, my study hall teacher did one day, when I showed up for study hall and I wasn't on his attendance list.

So, in having this little problem, I turn to my mom. I had hoped it would go about like the T.V. shows where the parent helps the kid with their problem, solving it or whatever, but no, this had to be blown up into a huge argument between us. She even had the audacity to call my dad and tell him I was going to live with him over this stupid petty matter.

Sure, I was definitely in the wrong here, probably more so than anyone else, because god forbid, I make a mistake, but is it so wrong to want to share the blame. I think not, it's human nature.


Fuck you.

-Bomber.

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I'm Bonnie. I'm a lover and a fighter. I have trust issues. I love to have fun. I am not quite up to par in anything. Oh, well. I'll try /almost/ anything at least once. I can't swim well. I love music. I love the smell of books. I am green. I'm in love. I play video games, like all the time. I'm addicted to the computer. I love my friends. I'm not a good person. I lie, and I am way too stubborn. I don't think before I speak. I actually DO care about Darfur. I want to help people. I love life. I have problems, and I know that. I won't tell you I understand if I don't. Life is hard, but people can make it easier. I believe that if we all did one good deed a day, everyone's lives would be easier. I want to make changes in the world for good. I can take you to another place, and point of view without meaning to. I do value the opinions of others. What you think about me DOES make a difference. I love animals. I love one-of-a-kind jewelry. I'm easy to please, and easy to piss off. Get to know me. Oh, and I'm Jewish. I know who I am. You don't need to tell me. I'm not a good person, I constantly cut down everything other people say, I have an arrogant air to me, and I think I know everything. I'm trying to change. So, please, let me take it a day at a time, and stop telling me how terrible I am. I can't take it anymore. K THANKS BYE.