Wednesday, April 04, 2001

Mybe I'll just go to prom alone so that I can fling myself from the boat into the waters of the bay. I hear there are great whites in there.

Monday, April 02, 2001

If that bitch Ms. Olsen can get two husbands when she can even fit into to an auditorium seat then I should have no troble finding a damn boyfriend or at least a fucking prom date. "We weren't fucking sophmores and we aren't fucking juniors....right?"-Kirone to Ariana. (No offense to those individuals who are overweight or teachers)

Sunday, April 01, 2001

Maybe you should take this as a warning. I've said it before, and I'll say it again. I am pathetic. That is all there is to it. Last semester Stacy had Kirk, the twenty year old freak. Kirone has Michael and Sam. Julia has her non exsistent melodrama with *Shawn* (Don't EVEN say that name!) Even little Ariana is ignoring what's-his-face cause she'd prefer to fuck what's-his-name. Carl. No Lenny. The little sheltered slut. Yeah, she's my friend, but I've never seen such a nyphomaniacal virgin. And now, god. They've gotten Helen too. Helen "My Helen!" It was when we were volunteering at that camp blah weeks ago that she met, (sigh) , Max, Max the marine man. He's perfect you know. Helen loves military men. Motorcycles too. He's getting one. Helen's getting her blonde haired, blue eyed Mexican. God. I could just kill myself. Or maybe I should just get Max to do it. He's trained to kill with his bare hands you know. And he's even got an ex who was bi and thought it'd be tons of fun if he were gay. Random, yes, but I just thought you'd like to know.
And to top it all off,they want prom payments next week. Helen's going. Ariana's going. Julia's going. Kirone's going. I'm NOT going without a date. Even Joan's got a date. I have no Max. I have no *Shawn* (Don't say that name dammit!) I have no Lenny, no Sam, no Kirk. Not even a Carl. Damn all-girls school. Damn school in general, actually. Don't mind me. I'm just slightly pathetic.