Joy, I'm in computer class right now, and let me tell you, it isn't fun. My teacher decided to focus on keyboarding since so many of her students were having trouble, but I learned to type with the homerow keys back in the second grade when I lived in Michigan, so all this is slow and tedious to me.

But today we have a substitute, so I'm surfing the limited webpages that I can. Our school is so mediocre, it isn't even funny any more. But I sit in front of the computer for the most part during classes, then go home and sit in front of the computer more. My life couldn't get any worse. Well it could, but we won't go there.

Now I have friendship issues. My guy friend, Drever, works with me at the small video game store, and on Saturday, I had woken up slightly later than usually, so I had to rush to make my shift on time. When I got there though, Drever was working my shift, plus his own, which was after mine, and he was going to get paid for my pay and his. I was pissed. He even said he had decided to take my shift for the extra money to my face. He must die.

I just went back home and got on the internet and started aimlessly surfing the web for ways to secretly murder someone. Just kidding. But I vented my anger in a word document, then printed it out and burned it. After that, I dropped the torched papers out my window, rushed outside to stomp out the flames, then grabbed some glasses out of the cabinet and started breaking them in the street I have a lot of chores to do to make up for that. But it was all worth it, because by the time my parents and my sister learned what I did, I was highly unemotional and have been going through my chores without a care.

I'm even so empty of emotion that I find nothing in watching my favourite anime shows anymore. Sad.

My emotional vacancy was broken, however, when I got to school today. During science, my teacher called Xavier a "springbutt" because he kept getting out of his seat, and Kelsi started cracking jokes about that and I was laghing my ass off! I was on the floor by the end of class, laughing so hard that my pale cheeks were red. Which is something that doesn't happen often. Then Winter started telling me that I couldn't hear or see anything else funny today or else I might choke on air and fall in the toilet, laughing as I went down the hole. Scary images, but it did nothing but make me laugh even harder.



It's all good.