Dear Die-ary...

Aw crap. Sorry, I'da posted sooner, I swear I would've. I was gonna post yesterday. HOWEVER, my cousins and aunt just invited themselves over (while we were having a BBQ... well timed). In this, I was half-watching Edward Scissorhands and computing, just about to update, when little Jamie (the one who had s*x with my rubber chicken, yes) came over to me and demanded to see every Invader Zim picture I had. All 571 of 'em. And in doing THAT, he made me late to bed. So, next time any relatives are coming 'round, I'm locking the doors and hiding the keys. Best thing to do.

So what's been happening while I was dying in a corner? Well, I was dying in a corner. Dying. An especially dying moment was my art project. Finishing this HIDEOUS thing... I just didn't want to. It made me nausious every time I was to look at it. But, I finished it anyway. Supposedly finish. You couldn't really tell. My final piece... a piece'a crap. Adding a border didn't do it any justice. Even my Mom hated the crap out of it. When she first saw it, she said, "What the hell's that?" I informed her, and she said, "Oh, oh yeah, I see it now." TOO LATE. And handing it in wasn't any easier. I slid it inside my book, and went upstairs to the room where they were all meant to go. The room was filled with a mass of people doing their projects at the last minute. And to make it worse, everyone was swarming around the 'drop-off' table, analysing all the artwork. I was scared to put it down, let it out of my sight. I knew I had to, but I couldn't. I just sort of hid it and ran. Hopefully no one saw.

Yeah, but there was another friend-problem. I don't know if it was last Friday, or the coming Friday, but A FRIDAY was my 'friend''s birthday party. And you know what? Even though I invited her to mine, I wasn't invited to hers. And to make it worse was that she kept on talking about it around me!! I mean, that's just taking the p1ss!! I wouldn't mind that much if she never ever told me about it, but rubbing it in my face?? Mmmnah. I don't know why I wasn't invited, but I take it as a 'I HATE THE CRAP OUTTA YOU'-sort of thing. And I will continue to think that.

The last week was pretty bad. But, there was one good thing. My parents have bought me a lotta crap from Homestar Runner, I guess it was because they saw how crap everything was going for me. I'll be expecting this $140-worth of crap any moment now. *sits by the front door, staring at the letterbox*

BONUS: Count how many times the word 'crap' was mentioned in this entry (appart from that one), and win a gulp of air!!