this year is the worst year ever. aggh! i can't take it anymore. here are some reasons why i hate this year of my life.

1. everything i do somehow boils down to SAT's. i could be brushing my teeth in the morning and that somehow relates to the sat's. everything i do, i have to think about them. i am taking them in may. how many months away is that? and my stupid beast mother makes me study for an hour EVERY DAY until i take them, and then i am going to take them again in senior year, so that means i will have tyo study for those too. my whole fucking life revolves around some bubbles i have to fill in, and my mother has it convinced that all other aspects of my life have ceased to be until i take this god forsaken test. and you know, i have other things like scenes for drama that i could be memorizing, but no, i have to sit there and contemplate the reasoning behind why a + b = c. FUCK YOU EDUCATION.

2. college. this goes hand in hand with sats. oh gee, i farted 5 times today, now i won't be able to get into that college i want. (note:i really did NOT fart today, it was just an example.) everything i do is fricken college, college, college, as if college ends all. i mean, i think i should be concerned, but why must i let my entire existence be sucked up by some applications? god! and my mom is always like,"you have no interest in a higher education, you don't even know what you wanna do!" correction, assface. i DO know what i wanna do, and like, half the people that go to college are undecided, so i'm sorry if i did not draw an all-inclusive outline of every fucking moment of my horrible life up until the time i am 40. so shut up mother, go bake me some cookies.

3. HSPA's. you have to take them to pass high school. gee thanks, have any more tests up your ass that you would like to hurl at me so that i might be drowned in yet another packet which reads "do not write in this section" on the cover? i really like tests, i really really do! blaahcfvdghdd

4. the way my job sucks. ok, i have been there for 9 months, i get paid 6 bucks an hour, GIVE ME A A GOD DAMN RAISE. my time is worth more than $6, pal! and you know, every fricken thing i do is wrong, it's like someone tells me to do one thing and i do it, and then someone else tells me that it's wrong. and then customers think they can come in and piss on me and expect me to take their order and be their slave and gee i work at dairy queen so i must be some form of mutant slime or something non human, give me your damn money and leave you apes, and you know what, i better get a god damn raise or i am gonna piss in the ice cream and give it to people and watch them choke.

5. the way tv sucks. gee, you know what we need more of on tv today? REALITY SHOWS. THERE JUST AREN'T ENOUGH. because i really give a shit about the "reality" of the prefect little princesses on mtv skanking around or some fat ass lardface on channel 5 who is pretending to marry someone so she can satisfy her spoiled greedy ass. get a job like the rest of us, your narcisistic ho. and when they run out of ideas, they can always make a show about decorating someone's house, or how about another cheap crappy spinoff of pokemon!!! hmm, let's think about what i want to watch tonight. should i tune into the same 3.4 videos on mtv, or how about i engulf myself with the history of lima beans on the history channel?? oh WAIT! CNN! let me go blind by reading the same 2 stories on that little scroll thingie at the bottom of the screen, and get in depth coverage of the shit size of a starving iraqui who we have just clothed and fed. YAY.

6. diet pill commercials. does this sounds familiar? "are you fat? do you want to lose 800 lbs in 15 minutes?? if so, try our product! you don't have to eat less, work out, or change anything! just call 188-yearightfatass and get your trial today!" SHUT UP. EVERYONE JUST SHUT UP, YOUR FAT PILL DOESN'T WORK.

and now for things i like:

1. acting. the end

2. my boyfriend joe. if it weren't for him i would have scooped my ovaries out and sent them to iraq. joe, you're special.

3.my friends because they are funny.

4.this online diary. this has single handedly kept me from going insane.


the end, have a good night.