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this weekend has been weird, to say the least. i can't remember what happened on what days, but i'll try and explain it the best i can. ahem.
on thursday, october 11th, i returned to school from a six day out of school suspension that i got because i was skipping study hall. give me a fucking break! anyway, that was the day i found out that this chick i really really like, christina, broke up with her boyfriend of six months (estimate) on sunday. sooo, right there, my happiness meter was wayyy up there, and i was going to ask her out later that day...till she told me that she got a new boyfriend the next day, or monday. my happiness meter went down, way down. i quickly got over it, but you know, still heartwrenching.
i believe the next day i flipped out because i couldn't sell my computer that resided in my room. i planned on selling it because no one used it, and i was gonna get a good bit of money from it. money = good. so anyway, my mom interfered, and she said "no, you can't sell it, it's mine." i knew it was mine, and that's when i started flipping out. i started yelling, throwing soda at her and the computer, and all this other stuff...not only that, but i already had these suicidal thoughts in my head, and i pretty much said to myself "fuck this, i wanna die." my mom then called the cops on me, and i just started to cry..."why would she call the cops on me? why is this happening?" i asked myself those questions many times during a one minute span...then, the cops came...well, one cop, but still, i like saying cops. he asked my mom what was going on, and she just lied. she said i threw many things at her, that i was going to do something to her (which i wasn't), and all this other shit. so i got a wee bit pissed at her for that. i didn't show it, but i was truly angry. i explained my story to the officer, who obviously didn't believe me and obviously didn't give a fuck. whatever. anyway, so he said all this shit about how everything in the house belonged to my mom, regardless of whether i bought it or something like that. so i was like "if i bought a tv, it's her's?" "yes." "screw that!" "excuse me?" "nothing, sir." well, he went away soon after, and i just stood outside, listening to slipknot's self-titled CD, wondering if life could get considerably worse or better.
it sorta got worse.
you see, there is this job i so desperately want and need...it's at the local mall arcade, and hell, *i* could do that job. a friend and i put in our applications like three weeks ago, or whatever, and my friend got the job. that didn't bother me at all; i was happy for him. however, he im's me on aol instant messenger and the first thing he says is "i'm better than you." i was like, "okay, how so?" "i work at cyberstation." i just wanted to vent, but i figured that it would just start a petty argument, and all that shit. so i was like "okay, fun fun, yay, i might go to an asylum soon." "why?" "because i'm a fucking suicidal prick."
yea, so anyway, that was my weekend. rather stupid, rather depressing, rather "not happy." actually, i did buy a new dreamcast game: mars matrix. oh my god, what fun!
by the way, i must introduce myself. i am murdervision, but i go by duffey. i'm seventeen, thin as fuck, sexy, and can be yours for $4.99 at your local kmart.
until next time, *click*
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