& I said sorry for being late again & I told her how she was such a good teacher & I’ve been a bad student & stuff. I could tell she was kinda mad but she just asked what time I was gonna get there & told me that she was gonna be there until 3. I feel hella bad though. I really needa start going on time & finishing all my work ):
Kelly says: “You better start doing your work and like really start, unlike before. I wanna see you graduate. Or else you’re gunna be sent to Thailand.”
Let me break this down To make you smile instead of frown Ladies you should go out with a “Nerd” Che Che CHECK THE WORD I may not have a six pack But I got what other guys lack Sweet witty word play Just to see you smile, Just to make your day I’ll be like “Out of all the pokemon in the world I wanted to choose you so why dont you be my girl”? I could make you smile, I could make you laugh While we cuddle by the fire, playing starcraft You don’t know how much you mean to me I’ll love you everyday while we play Halo 3 I do little things to make you smile to make your day And when we get bored we can spice things up and Cosplay I could be Batman the knight of the dark and you can be Robin, stealing my heart You can be my Woman of Wonder We can fly sky high or go down under For a girl like you to go out with a guy like me Baby thats my only Final Fantasy Spending a day with you playing Mario Kart then getting lost in your love in a Kingdom of Hearts Our feelings for each other will get bigger and bigger loaded the gun with love and pulled the Chrono Trigger Our love is like Mario and Peach its infectious And our hands fit perfectly together like the hardest puzzles in Tetris I can tutor you in math baby cant you see That I’ll love you everyday less than three <3 So ladies “Che che CHECK THE WORD” Make a guy happy and go out with a NERD
Once upon a time, there was a muffin gang & a cupcake gang. They were like the bloods & crips of the bakery world. The muffin gang hated the cupcake gang because they were more fattening & the cupcake gang hated the muffin gang ‘cause they tasted bad. One day they bumped heads w/ eachother & started a food fight in the bakery. But in the end, they just made a big muffincake & they lived happily ever after. The end.
She wakes up early in the morning only to make herself look oh-so perfect . She spends awhile putting on that makeup with the perfect line of eyeliner , perfect coating of foundation , perfect amount of blush , and perfect eyelashes from the mascara . Then , she uses another great amount of time fixing her hair to look perfect . Shiny , soft , lively , volumized , everything . She doesn’t want to be that plain Jane .
She goes to school in her outfit that she probably bought from the name brand stores like A&F , AE , Aero , or Hollister . Or , maybe she’s wearing something from Forever ? No one really notices , but she dresses like that just in case .
She hangs with the girls that have that good reputation . She is looked up upon from her peers . Everyone sees her as perfect . She is smart and gets involved in so many school functions .
She flirts and talks to all of those cute guys that most girls would never get a chance or have the courage to walk up to . She seems so free and looks like she just loves her life .
You have it all wrong .
When she’s back at home , she worries about the guys she talks to . She worries if they even think of her the same . She’s scared of being fucked over by another one . She’s nervous that her friends will one day get annoyed and drop her . She’s pressured by her parents to keep up the good grades . She’s frightened of the fact that everyone in highschool is her competition and that she needs to stand out from the rest in order to get into a good college . She’s stressed out .
She’s out of it . She hates how she lives . She can’t complain . She can’t cry out for help . She can’t look weak . She has to look strong . She has to look tough . She has to look like she’s perfect .
She goes to bed everynight crying over how much she just wants to die in her sleep . She goes to bed , praying so much . Most of the time , her prayers aren’t even about her becausde she thinks she doesn’t even deserve it /
It isn’t until she gets out of the shower , looks in the mirror , and sees the girl with the mascara running down her face . The makeup , tottally washed off . When she sees herself in her real self .
It isn’t until then that she gets that reality check and asks ” Who am i trying to impress ? “
When that does happen , she’ll wake up one day . Stop what she’s doing to herself in the morning , and ask , ” Who are you ? “
Because that’s not her , that’s just what Society made her turn into . Her real self is her real self . She was acting like another person her whole life , and nobody knew but her . She knew she wasn’t herself , but she hadn’t fully realized it .
I, the Penis, hereby request a raise in salary for the following reasons: I do physical labor. I work at great depths. I plunge headfirst into everything I do. I do not get weekends or public holidays off. I work in a damp environment. I work in a dark workplace that has poor ventilation. I work in high temperatures. My work exposes me to contagious diseases.
Sincerely, P. Niss
The Response: Dear Penis: After assessing your request, and considering the arguments you have raised, the administration rejects your request for the following reasons: You do not work 8 hours straight. You fall asleep after brief work periods. You do not always follow the orders of the management team. You do not stay in your designated area and are often seen visiting other locations. You do not take initiative - you need to be pressured and stimulated in order to start working. You leave the workplace rather messy at the end of your shift. You don’t always observe necessary safety regulations, such as wearing the correct protective clothing. You will retire well before you are 65. You are unable to work double shifts. You sometimes leave your designated work area before you have completed assigned task. And if that were not all, you have been seen constantly entering and exiting the workplace carrying two suspicious-looking bags.
@ Melodeezyfbaby; if you read this, then good I guess but if not I guess I'll just try to call you later.
Sorrry I couldn’t call you back earlier cos my mom was like all bleh blah bloh. After we put away the Christmas tree she made me go eat and then after that she me made me practice piano and now I’m at art so I like have no opportunity to call you. So can we just hang out on Sunday maybe? I just noticed that even though I never do anything at home, I never really get opportunities for phone conversations: 1. cos I don’t have a phone, 2. cos my mom’s always bugging me about stuff, 3. when I CAN talk which is when my mom’s not there, people can never talk.
I can’t describe it. I feel worthless. Like I’m nothing to this world. It feels like I don’t know what to do with my life. I’m just here without a purpose. I’m just speaking my mind. It all sounds like bullshit but it’s what I feel.