Life has its advantages, but my parents are being a bit wary of those advantages.
A note to those parents of mine:
B- =/= FAIL. GET THAT THROUGH YER FOGGY HEADS.
*ahem* Sorry. I hate to whine, but not letting me go to the second day of ACCubed (which takes place only for the earlier part of the day) is entirely illogical, has no connection to my marks and would result in me being happier and thus more willing to work, leading to better marks. Restricting my life in the manner in which they have isn't nearly as helpful as they might think it is.
I'm starting to think that my parents have completely forgotten what being a teenager feels like. I want to party with my friends! I want to be famous amongst my compatriots! I want to have a life! I want to make up for all the fun I haven't been having in the past three years or so! I JUST WANNA LI-IVE~ DON'T REALLY CARE ABOUT THE THINGS THAT THEY SAY~ DON'T REALLY CARE *selfslap* Argh! Good Charlotte song! Stuck- in- head! Nrawk!
Anyways, gotta walk the dog now. Bai.
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Oh, boy. Another journal. Sems like everyone's got 'em. But hell-- why not just read this one and get it over with?
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