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bitched @ 8:48 p.m. on 02-05-04 I just have to say that it is just one fat ass small world after all. I know that totally made no sense just now but oh well. I'm glad that my life is interesting enough for people to want to read, but there's a point where it goes too far. For example, I like that people I do not know read my diary, or people that I DO know for that matter. But there's a difference that I must explain. The people I know who read my diary, they are people who are my friends but do not live here in California with me. Therefore, what they know from reading my diary, they do not go around and share the information they recieve from here with other people. I've finally come to realize that now I must censor myself. As much as I fucking hate it, I have to. Now when I say censor myself, I don't mean by covering up my foul language, or keeping certain thoughts to myself. I mean, that when I say things, I must stop and think about how certain people will percieve them. I now realize that I'm not completely writing for myself anymore. I writing for me AND for you. I like sharing my life to the world, the entire concept fills me with interest and wonderment. But, there's always got to be somewhere to draw the line, and I've finally come to that point. No longer will I use actual names any longer. For my family yes, I will use their actual names. But friends, from now on, I will have to refer to them in a different way. It's not fair to bring them into my world and be shared with all of you without permission. Not that said people mind, it's just that I know that if I were in their place. I would feel slightly uncomfortable with someone coming up to me and knowing something that I only told one other person. It's just not fair to those people. Therefore, I will not bring them into the spotlight unless asked. With that said, I will now start an actual entry. My computer is messed up yet again. Poor Fifi is sick with a possible deadly virus. I bought her some medications (Norton AntiVirus 2004) that cost me over 60 bucks and when I went to feed her she was unable to swallow. Poor Fifi, she's even to sick to take her medicine. Her system says that it's unable to recieve antidote. English: My fucking system is so whacked that it wont even let the disk run. It says something like unable to load due to lack of certain running programs. I'm so mad, I paid those fuckers back at the computer place a couple months ago to fix this machine and look what's happen. It's broke again. I am never going there again nor will I refer a single person to their hell hold. I was speaking with my grandfather right now and of course we've come to yet another disagreement. I love Cheddar cheese and he prefers Montery Jack cheese. I sais I like Cheddar, he says that's "rat" cheese. I say I must be a rat than. And he laughs. Why must my grandpa disagree with EVERYTHING that I am? And also, why does he think women can't do shit? I mess up on something he says, "Oh that's okay. You're a woman." I say: %$@#@& ^$@$%# $$@%!!!!! ...Pinche Cabrone. (whether I spelled that correct or not, at least *I* know what the hell I said!) It's just one of them days... That a girl goes through, when I'm angry insiiiiides, don't wanna take it out on youuuu... Seriously man. Monica knew what she was talking about when she sang that. And another thing, why do I have to pee every half hour? Seriously, my bladder is FULL every fucking half hour! Gah! Oh something funny happen today to nmy brother. Not that what happen was a GOOD thing but still. OKay well my brother git suspended... AGAIN. But this time it was for calling his teacher a faggot. Actually, this is the SECOND time he's been suspended for calling this teacher a faggot. I wonder if he really is and that's why he's so offended. Bottom line, my brother is a shit and he's making my mom drink again. I mean, he doesn't force it down her throat and yes she has a choice to just say no. But she's not saying n-o, she's saying hell-o! She's drowning her sorrows in alcohol, and we all know where that's gonna lead. It's embarrassing when in the past you've had people say, "You're mom will be too drunk anyways..." It truly is. That's all for now because I'm hella tired. Peace. You Know You Love Me, ~JBehrsGurl P.S. I'm reading this book by Jane Green called Bookends, and so far it's hella good! I wish I could read that book I downloaded from Lindz but my system is a whore and won't let me. :( Poop. P.P.S. Blink 182's song called, "Here's Your Letter" is my song. It's track 13 off their new CD. Check it out. P.P.P.S.!!! Mark wasn't in class today, I was sad. I miss staring at the back of his head. hahahaha!!! << | >> MOVED - 09-08-04 test - 08-18-04 Hola El Stupido - 06-09-04 Hola El Stupido - 06-09-04 Whoa Momma! - 05-24-04 Even OLDER... |