parkplace's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bio Ghetto Swampscott. My Town. You don't understand how many wiggers live in this town. I moved from Marblehead to Swampscott last year...and it was the worst thing that has ever happened. Not only are all my friends live in the next town over, I have to attend Swampscott High School- A.K.A. Wigger Ville. Obviously i'm not a wigger. So obviously I am an outsider. It's not pretty. I'm 15 and I don't like my life at all. I was born on Hitler's Birthday and the Columbine High School Massacre. Yeah, my birthday is April 20, 1988. It's also 4-20. Anyhoo, My parents are divorced and I...agian live in another town my best friends are. I know some people who read this would think to themselves "Well at least you dont have your best friends in another country or what not". If you do, I don't care about that because: #1) What you said really didn't make me feel better #2) My friends are still in another town...you didn't change anything...sorry! For those of you who didn't think about that- you deserve a cookie. My mother is an alcoholic. Well she was, and I know she still is, but she wasn't nearly as bad as before. I love my mom to death and I would do anything for her. But I dont understand why this whole bad life thing has to happen to me. I cry. I cry alot. And yes, I am still a boy. Now think about seeing a boy crying. Now think about seeing a boy crying alot. Now answer this question: When you see a boy who cries alot, what would be the first impression that would pop in your head? Maybe gay? Maybe retarded? Well those are some of a few things I would think of when I see a boy crying. No, i'm not gay or retarded, i'm just emotional. And let me tell you- being emotional looks really REALLY good when people see it!! I always ask myself "Why do I have to get so fucking emotional? Why me?". Sadly, I know i got some kind of emotional gene from my mother! YES THANK YOU GOD!! Here are some questions I answered about myself on a survey, enjoy!: Now, Enough about me. Here are some descriptions of some of my friends: Julia: Julia is one of my best friends. I don't understand how I deserve such a friend as Julia. She got me into writing this diary. She got me through a lot of thick situations. She is perfect. I love Julia so much...as a friend. Julia is one of those types of girls that reminds of you of driving down a raod at night in a convertable looking up at the bright stars. Julia is my star. Julia is everything. Ben: Ben is the funniest kid anyone could ever meet. He is my real best friend. Stubborn and Creul at some times, Kind and Supportive at others, Ben is a person you need to adjust to, and believe me, I learn that the hard way. You got to basically flow with him and know his basic movements and personalities in order to find the humor in the things he does. Ben is also the boyfriend of Julia. If you met them seperatly, and heard that they were going out, you would think it was a lie. They are the opposite of eachother. But I guess opposites attract... Chuck: Chuck is also one of my best friends. He is the guitarist in Sprained Personality (link is in the link portion of my diary). He is wicked funny at times and most of the time the only one who is man enough to actually listen to what i'm saying and stick up for me when ben is being a jackass. Chuck is a true blue friend. He is also a fricken genius. When I say genius...I MEAN genius. You should see his room. He has more inventions, contraptions, and designs in it then anyone in the world. For example, he took off the black plastic casing on a electric alarm clock so all the pieces are showing, and put it on one of his shelves. It's fricken awsome. And he is a WICKED good artist. I envy him so much when he draws somthing. I can't draw if my life depended on me. Chuck is like a fricken pacasso. But the best thing about him, I think, is the fact that he actually listens to me a lot, or even when he is pretending to listen. I don't think he knows it, but it means a lot, because I have Kelly as one of my friends and I can't talk to her after a minute or else she will have a spasm. Kelly: Oh, godness. My dear Kelly (who just started a diary: my-velouria- ) is the funniest girl I have ever met in my entire life. But, she can go rip-shit on you in 1.4 seconds if you take ANY of her food that she is eating. I mean if you even think about grabbing a bite out of her salad, she could quite possibly rip your head off and then eat that (but only if there is NO carbs). No but seriosly, she is such a nice, sweet person at times. I am priviliged to have such a funny and wonderful person in my life...even when she is P.M.S'ing on me... 10:19 p.m. - 11-30-02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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