I finally got the album 'Piper At The Gates Of Dawn' by Pink Floyd.
Trippy stuff. A new favorite album.
You know what I noticed?
It's hard to not get emotionally attached to anybody as an adolescent. You need to love and be loved.
Shit. I hate drama, but I really like this one girl.
I sound like a Myspace whore. But it seems that every time I get attached to somebody, I start to get more dramatic. If I start getting like that, somebody tell me.
At least this time, unlike my last relationship, it's not with an overdramatic emo zealot (not a zealot towards Jesus, but towards Kurt Cobain.)
I actually like somebody for there personality, and not their musical taste. It feels refreshing.
I'm also doing Algebra homework. I hate math, I will never need to use this bullshit. I'm not just saying that, when the hell im I going to need to plot out these bullshit graphs in my future? I plan on being a musician for an independent label, or a producer for an indie label.
Fuck it,
I'm taking ALL advanced classes because of my dumbass guidance counselor. I got good grades in my old private school last year, so he thought that I'd do good this year with all Advanced classes.
I only did good last year because I had a tutor come to my house every week.
Here's the story:
It was middle school, 8th grade, I had just moved here from Washington. (state)
I was extremely preppy. I won't even get into details, but by the end of the year, I was individual, trust me on that one.
I met a friend who was a stoner, and he kind of 'instructed' me to stop being a jackass douchebag, and to get my own opinions. He had just moved here too, from Massachusetts. He was living with his grandma, trying to get away from his parole officer (or something like that he said)
But, he decided that it was better to be followed by a parole officer, then to live in New Hampshire (and I agree) so he moved back.
I got fairly lonely, and, with everybody being immature (not even sex jokes, the kids were into making farting noises with there hands in class, and laughing hysterically)
My parents knew I was going through a really hard time, so they let me go to a private school. Worst mistake I ever made.
I arrive at the private school, and meet these two girls. Nessa and Michelle. They seemed nice. They were on my bus, and I recall Michelle telling me that she lives down the street from me.
I conformed to this school's ridiculous rules for about a week. Sit up straight, comb your hair, your hair is too long (it was to my eyebrows) tuck in your shirt, spit out that gum, get new shoes, get new pants, don't wear that sweatshirt because it isn't made by the school, must wear black socks or be suspended, pray to god every day, don't vote for the evil liberals. That bullshit.
I eventually just thought fuck 'fuck it' so I decided to make my own rules. I still wore the uniform, but I never tucked my shirt in, wore my own shoes (oooh rebellious.)
I almost got suspended for getting caught with gum...at recess.
I almost got suspended for getting caught not singing along with the crowd during a 'sing along time'
I almost got suspended for saying I wasn't a conservative Catholic, and that I was an Anarchist Atheist (I was at the time)
It eventually got to the point when the kids (who were brainwashed) got afraid of me. Nessa and Michelle started spreading rumors about me, and that I was going to bring a knife to school and stab everybody (I would to, now that she suggested it)
I then made a blog (on blogger, but I deleted my account) stating how much the school sucked, and how every individual person in that school contributed to my torture. I was outcasted to the point that the kindergartners would go extremely slowly in the hallway to stay away from me, because they were afraid of me.
Eventually people found my blog, and alerted the school.
I had told my parents that I wanted out. They said I was being overdramatic. I almost killed myself. I got to the point when I got to a crowded intersection, and was about to jump into the road. Luckily, I had a cell phone, and my friend called me, asking me if I wanted to play. That friend saved my life. (wow I sound extremely overdramatic now that I look back at it)
Eventually I was kicked out of the school, and I was put into extensive therapy. That did nothing.
The worst part is, that the administration looked over the school afterwords (not the school administration, but another one, I forgot what they were called) and my Tutor (who was my teacher after I got kicked out of school) had gotten a paper graded from my history teacher, that said really bad things apparently, and she must have submitted it to the higher authority of catholic schools. That teacher was fired. The principal and vice principal were fired. I feel that I contributed a little, by making the people, who I would love to kill, have a slightly better life.
I was forced to do whole month's work of school into one single day. This happened every 2 weeks (I missed quite a lot of school after being kicked out)
I eventually got back into public education (for high school) in the same school district that I left in the first place. Somewhat Ironic... I think.
Still to this day, If I met the two girls on my bus, I would injure them so badly, to the point of murder.
I hate to sound masculine but I would.