Date: September 3, 1999 Title: In the Eyes of the Passerbys Mood: Bitchy Quote: " Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts." -Charles Dickens We had to wear our stupid, long-sleeved white uniform today (it's called a gala uniform which we wear for religious ocassions such as the first friday of every month) in the awful heat, which made me very bitchy today. Mako kept making goo-goo eyes at his crush, Monica, and kept draping himself over Gayle, which infuriated me even more. To top that off, my execution (report card) is in two days. I can already picture the ugly, sneering face of my stupid, idiotic homeroom adviser as she hands my report card (and a piece of rope or an axe and a chopping block) to my parents. I know she secretly enjoys watching all of us fail. I can see her sneering behind our backs. If the day comes that I get so full of her, I'm going to kick her huge behind. So this is how I am spending my Friday night. Writing endless revelations about my seemingly pointless life as my little brother whines in the background. Do you know what the heat can do to you? Well, I'll tell you. At Values Education, we were to design thank you cards we are supposed to give to a friend, and I actually drew a steak knife dripping with blood. Below it, I had writen "From Your Loving Friend." Now this may sound weird, but I think I was doing the drawing in my subconscious or maybe I have had too much slasher movies. I'd been daydreaming about Mako and I hadn't realized I had done my cryptic sketch until someone asked me, "Lauren, as a child, were you ever sexually abused?" Gawsh! What a dumb question!!!!!!! Why is it that some people can't accept the fact that other people have bad days? Someone kept asking me even dumber questions questions today until I could take it no more and I shouted at her. I was not mad at her, actually, but I was very annoyed. Anyway, she took it very personally and started shouting at me, and then I shouted back cause she was being stupid, and well, you get the idea. I hate it when people take it personally when I'm a little bit bitchy at them because I'd had a bad day. I know you're going to say, "That's not an excuse, you must learn to control your bitchiness." I am, and I do so by avoiding humanity. But humanity keeps following me wherever I go so I shout at them. For fear that I may spontaneously combust, I am ending this entry. <<< ~ main ~ sign ~ >>>