*Readers Beware*
I just read a bunch of critical quotes

so...ahh...yeah.
I'm getting in tune with my inner "lazy-ars" this weekend, eating way too much poultry and being force to play scrabble, actally I straight out refused this time, acting like a spoiled brat and I think I made grampa angry. Stupid Dad, he kept bringing up scrabble, even though he knew that I didn't want to play, and even after I clearly stated that I didn't want to play he still held up the game calling my name and looking around the house for me. Jerk. I'm complaining, blrrgh, I need to do it sometimes. Y'know what? I'm gonna complain about something else.
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I hate highschool. It's an utterly absurd idea. "Clicks" and putting freinds on a scale of one to ten. Perhaps I'm just one who is unhappy with the card I was dealt, but I'd like to think that I have more purpose in the world then mere cinisim (sp?) and toiling as an nameless, faceless, worker for a classmate who screams "Hey, come lick my balls" at people he doesn't know. Granted, there's a time and a place for everything, even rape, incest and mass genocide.

lol. just kidding. I made a funny.

But it seems at though this class in, in it's dying breaths have managed to pull together and fashion some fond, if not completely true, memories. Kind of like the Reagan Administration. Oh man, I'm so embittered right now, my posture is horrendious, I need Zach time.

Grandma won the scrabble-game.