if only my hands were knives, i could hurt people with them.

today i need to vent about some people that i hate. like DEVIN ONELLO. from now on, if anyone pisses me off, i am going to put them in here so that everyone can see it and know that i hate them. today in homeroom i was sitting there minding my own business. all of a sudden, i hear someone go "chili peppers!" now i don't answer to this. but i knew devin was talking to me so i turned around. and he starts saying some bullshit like am i going to play some 70's because my taste in music really sucks and whatnot. and i was like, no. and he was just like "kill yourself!" now i realize that these are only words and he is an ignorant midget and all, but why is it that everytime i say or do something it results in how i should go kill myself? sometimes i really feel a lot of people would be better off if i did. especially people at work. last night at work this kid joe kept putting whipped cream on my hat and i would walk around oblvious to it. yes, that does sound funny. but at the time it was rather humiliating. and you know what, i don't fucking find it funny. i swear to fucking christ. it's not like i ever did anything to him. in fact, i was trying extra hard to be nice to him so that maybe he would think i was nice and treat me like a fucking human. but no. i am not a human, i am a blob. and when people tell me to go kill myself, even if they don't mean it, i really take offense to it. and god forbid i am in a bad mood and everyone thinks i have pms. pms is not some morbid uncontrollable disease that plagues my mind and wravages my brain into some horrid little puddle. it's called emotions, and believe it or not i have some. and like, why can't everyone just die? i hate devin, i hate that mother fucker, he thinks he is such hot shit and that all the girls want to do him up against a locker or something. and ramon. you know, i used to think that kid was cool, but he just goes along with whatever devin says because he has no spine.

i've already promised people i wouldn't kill myself, and it's not like i am going to go out tonight and hang myself, i just don't understand why everyone else in school is fine and then it's just like, go kill yourself amanda. sometimes i think about transferring to another school but that's the pussy way out. and whatever. there are people in this school worth staying for...but not many.

and now onto homecoming.
homecoming was nice, i thought the decorations were nice, and i had a fun time dressing up and chillin like a villian and whatnot. but that dj..man was he a turdmeister. and mr kenduck. i bet they all had a meeting in the teacher's lounge and asked who wanted to chaperone, and he like, jumped off his couch and peed his pants and made a powerpoint about he was going to make sure this was the best gosh darn get-together in all of creation. today he asked me how i liked it and i was like it was ok, everyone was drunk. and then he said something amusing. he said, and i quote, "i didn't see any drunk people."
HA...........HA...........HA......

gee, maybe that's because you sat in the cafeteria the whole time munching on carrot sticks and club sandwhiches! man i love to rip that guy apart. ah..today jordan got mad at me because i was walking out near the band door thing to go home and there is this corner, and inside that corner was jordan and brendan wedged together eating each other's faces, and i was like oh god when i passed by. and then she got all mad and called me a bitch and an asshole and said if i ever asked to borrow money again she would say no and she never does that to me and all. eh, i guess she was right. i was pretty much an asshole about it. i'll give her that much. it's just so funny! i guess if i ever glued myself to someone in a corner at the end of the day, maybe then i would shut up, but i don't, so yea. i actually feel kind of bad about it because i didn't mean to piss her off that much. well, whatever. i have to go work on a project for mr kenfuck.