Satan's Dulia

You.
Feel the ocean on my lips,
Disturb the trouble in my grips.
Under the big wet sky...

We.
Never felt the world move on,
Kissed away the incubus.
In the corner of my eye...

There.
See the hole we never dug,
The dust we bothered not to rub.
Until the water was dry..

Fucking Retarded....

So today, during stagecraft, Jesse and Kylee were making fun of Lisette and I for trying to put away a 12 foot ladder on our own. No big deal, I'm used being treated like I'm incompetent in that class. Hearing, "Ooh, they look so stupid! Ha you guys are retards! It's like watching monkeys!" wasn't too bad.

Only when Jesse said, "Especially Christine! Looks so much like a monkey with that dark skin and curly hair! Ha, calling her a monkey is pretty accurate!"

I don't mind if you make fun of things I do that I can help (intelligence, clothes, etc)...but my color?! That's low. I CAN'T HELP MY SKIN COLOR SHUT THE FUCK UP. Bitch.

May 10th.

I WAS BORN TODAY SEVENTEEN YEARS AGO! Happy Birthday to me! ^_^

Ha, I'm so self-absorbed. Ah well. Only once a year. <3

God damn it

Hormones suck. Especially when you know why they're there, but can't do anything to help it. Haha...anyways, the US AP exam is on friday, and I'm sure I'm going to flunk it. Fuck.

Man, I can't wait for my birthday/prom...on the same day, yo!