Oh, by the way, I forgot to show you…would you like to see some of the girls that our school has the privilege of being cursed with? Took a look
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holy shit balls. Big news. I think I just made a friend. And you know what the weird thing is? She’s new to the school as well, and her hair is as big as mine. woowwww I didn’t know that was possible. Let me tell you how it happened k…she has bleached blonde hair and has black streaks in it right, and on her way to the principle’s office to get a lecture (just like I did) she ran right into me. I could tell we were alike because we both said “fuck” at the same time. She said my hair looked sick, and I said her hair looked sick. Basically we both found out neither of us had any friends and we decided to sit together at lunch with our cool hair. She walked around the place with massive black rimmed glasses, I don’t even think they’re prescription. “They just look fucking hectic” is what she said. Damn I agree, they’re almost as cool as my gold shades. ALMOST haha. Her name’s Mannie-Kate Chesterfield, her name is almost as long and strange as mine hey?
Oh, and today I found out the name of that hunk a spunk of a boy (you know, the one I got a nose bleed in front of) his name is Tim Townsend…people call him Timmy. But ‘Timmy’ is gay, I’ll just call him Tim. As much as I hate alliterated names, this STUD makes them okay. He spoke to me again today because we ended up sitting next to each other in assembly. But let me go on to the bad part…after the boring as shit brick assembly was over some girl came and slung her arm around Tim in the middle of this little conversation about piercings we were having . . .and she totally just PASHED the shit out of him right in front of me. “Babe” is what she called him. All i could picture in my mind was me pulling a gun out of my hair and shooting the dumb ganger right in the face. They were in a relationship – she’s a bitch. So I sort of mumbled the word bitch under my breath and she seemed to have heard me. “What did you fucking say?” she said. When i finally got a good look at her face I saw how pretty she was and how clear her skin was. And how the fuck her eyes got so blue was beyond me. I ended up just fucking leaving.
I miss my old friends😦 they were so great compared to these cock suckers (literally)
LOOK HOW COOL WE ARE!!!
Fuck me look how short my hair was.
DISCLAIMER: the diary of Annie Lucy Weatherfoot is fiction but is VERY loosely based on my life/I do not own images or videos/Dani Gore
My name is Annie Lucy Weatherfoot and if I hear the word ‘EMO’ screamed in my direction one more time I’m going to go psycho. I’ve started at a new school and I’ve only been there one whole day. Here is a deadly list of what was yelled at me:
Yeah, it’s only 3 but by the amount of times they were yelled at me, it seemed like thousands more. So this school is co-ed, the majority of the girls are judgemental and shallow. And really, really pretty. How their hair can get perfect and blonde and how their skin can get so clear is beyond me. Whereas me on the other hand, I have black hair that practically covers my face. I sat in the classroom staring blankly at the blackboard, desperately trying to ignore all the whispering around that was obviously about me. I looked at the blackboard and noticed how bland it was. It was gross. At my old school I was the one who decorated the blackboards and put swirls and love hearts around the boarder. It made a much better learning environment for everyone, plus it gave me something else to ponder upon while the teacher blabbed on about her psycho babble bullshit. Apparently Copernicus was well hectic. My first subject was Maths, I know hey? Perfect class to start the first day with. I was asked for an answer to some question. Yeah, pick on the new girl you faggot I thought. I think I answered with “56?” but the answer was actually ‘pie r squared’. Sick one Annie Lucy Weatherfoot, I was on a roll!
The next incident was the tripping over a mop and bucket in the hallway. I fell over and got a nose bleed as well. This day was so funny it’s was like not even funny (hint the sarcasm). I had to cover my nose with my black sweat band around my wrist. Yes that’s another thing, I was accused of cutting my wrists because of that wrist band. I went up to the blonde haired ganger and shoved my wrist in her face while I held my bloody nose. I yelled “SEE?! CLEAN WRIST!” in her face and quickly went to the bathroom. I felt the blood dripping from my nose almost into my mouth! EW! I held my head upwards and waited for what seemed like 3346 hours until the bleeding stopped. I tilted my head down to the mirror to see if the bleeding had stopped, but what did I see? A DUDE! I asked him “what the hell are you doing in the girls bathroom you sicko?” – not too polite for the first day, but come ON. He was in the girls bathroom for fuck’s sake. Now this is what? The 12th most embarrassing incident of the day. I had actually made the tragic mistake of walking into the guy’s bathrooms. My fringe was probably covering my site so I didn’t look to see what gender bathroom I was actually going into. He said “I’ll have you know, this is the dude’s bathroom. And you don’t look like you have a dick. You have boobs but”. Rude right? But this guy was so dreamy all I did was smile. Then he said “you are smiling with a nose bleed in the guys bathroom” that’s all it took for me to get the fuck out of there. Shit son.
Better yet, when I walked out of the MALES bathroom there was a group of about 12 girls staring at me. 93% of them had blonde hair and 100% of them were laughing their perfect asses off and pointing their perfect manicured fingers at me. They must have seen me go in and were waiting for me to come out. Nice of you to warn me you shitty pieces of trash. If my eyes could kill, all 12 of them would be dead. But since it was my first day, since I had no friends and since I embarrassed myself about one billion trillion times I just piss bolted the hell out of site. When I actually found the GIRL’S bathroom I locked myself in a cubicle for a fair while.
First day at new school = tragedy.
NB: the diary of Annie Lucy Weatherfoot is fiction but is VERY loosely based on my life/I do not own images/Dani Gore