Current mood:

stressed

yep....
I was checking ym email and had a revelation. Hardly anybody reads my journal. I get about 5 or 6 subscriptions sent to me for my friends xangas and I faithfully follow their lives and everyhting they deem worthy of putting into writing. But I noly write poetry on my xanga. So where does that leave me? I dont think my deadjournalf riends read ym xanga either. It majorly sucks. So i'm gonna post a link to my Dj in my xanga and i link to xanga in my DJ. Please guys...just dont check it out every so often. anytime you can sit down and read my journal, please click your mouse on over to xanga and read any new poetry I might have. pleeeeeaaase. I would just go to xanga entirely but I am partial to the morbidness of this site.

http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=LadyDaylina

there...now thats thats over with...

I cant stand my parents. I officially hate them. Mom and I got into a fight earlier because she found out I emailed KC back. And she screamed at me and hit me and told me that she had told me not to email them anymore. No, she told me not to reply to Chelsies last email. I didnt put my word in with KC. Now we got ina huge fight ebcause she told me to stop chatting online and I told her i was updating my journal. She tld me thatw as the same thign as far as she was concerned and that my journal was stupid and meant nothing. my journal is more important to me than most things in my life. And Scott started going ona nd on about how silly and petty me writing in my journal was and how it was completely redundant and dunmb. i fucking hate them. i fucking hate them. I'm never fucking speaking to them when i'm an aduly and I'm not living in goddamned Florida as an adult if this is where they are going to reside the rest of their pathetic hateful lives. I HATE THEM!!! First they tell me i need to be lokced up ina psych ward...then they tell me i'll make a terrible forensic scientist. now they're dissing my only creative outlet in life. They have completely turned everything i know and love against me. They make fun of everything that I am and evrything that i want to be. How can parents be so cruel?

School was a bore. I nearly fell asleep in chem again. We had this equipment tes thingy...yeah. Newspaper was fab as always. We handed out story assignemtns for the first issue. In additon to my column and lay out deal, I have to write ana rticle on the "I love" Shows and then do a news storie about School Choice. I didnt really want to get stuck with the latter but marcus asked me if I could do that so i complyed. I never want to disappoint him. Next Mondat afternoon/evening we have an ad blitz. It should be a lot of fun. Law Studies was fab as always. Monroe told us another crazy law int he state of Florida "It is against the law to have carnal relations with a prcupine." The sad thing is, in order for a law to exist, especially one like that, somebody had to have tried it. =shudders= poor porcupine... 4th period SUCKED ASS. Ap World History is killing me. Semester exams PLUS an AP exam? craaaaaap. And the homwork and assignemtn are kicking my ass. Its not really hard stuff....just majorly time consuming. and we actually have to memorize the shit. Oh joy. 5th period was horrible. wE are still reviewing the same shit we learned int he 8th grade in alegebra 1. booooring. And the teach scares the hell out of me. Shes like "very good!" I'm surprised she doesnt give us a pat on the head and toss us a dog biscuit. 6th period is by far probably my favorite class because I love English, I love Workman, and I have some friends in the class. Its all around greatness. last period is of course the dreaded spanish. mwahahaha. the teach is cool but the kids are a pin in the ass. =shakes head= goddamn wiggers!!! so anyways...ve had a terrible day and I would really like NOTHING MORE than to run down to the park and hang myself froma tree...but again...I must think of the small child that would find me...how horrible...=runs to get rope=