I started school a few days ago and I was pretty excited. Mainly to get to my cool classes [yeah nerd I know haha]. I could deal without all of the socialization and all of the Lestrades that surround me each and every day. Ah. If only I were smart enough to wrap my brain around their non-existent brain so I could perhaps comprehend what they're thinking BUT. They don't have one so. They're just quacking away about whatever the hell is going on with the 'social media'. I guess you say I care less than I'm already caring which is none.

Enough of my rant.

Lets go onto a new rant.

Yes?

So today. Was my father's birthday. Crazy right. My father and Michael Jackson. Having birthdays on the same day.* Crazy. I wrote him a super sappy card and I made myself cry like the little wuss I am. He had to work all day so I just stayed at home like the loner I am. Someone tried to call me and I started praying** to the lord;

"PLEASE DON'T LET IT BE SOMEONE WHO WANTS TO ACTUALLY HANG WITH A LOSER LIKE MYSELF."

So I let it keep ringing and I didn't touch my phone for the next hour. It was my cousin who texted me

'Tell your dad that your aunt, my cousin, and myself tell him HAPPY BIRTHDAY'

To say the least, I felt really bad about ignoring that phone call but. Oh WHALE. I continued on with my day until father came home. I wished him a proper birthday and we pigged out like peeps are supposed to ya know. So I'm sitting here, feeling my beautiful mpreg pizza belly. It's glorious. I think I can feel it kicki-- oh wait. That's just my intestines digesting my food into sh-t.***

Cool.

But in all seriousness.****

I have a very full schedule for school this year and I'm planning on getting a job [oooo~ scary I know], getting my drivers license, joining every single play in the school [because I can do that sh-t], and actually trying to get A's in all of my classes. Crazy right. F-ck. I shouldn't be allowed to think. It creates pollution in the air from all of the smoke coming out of my ears from my brain actually trying to work.

Welp. I should try sleeping.

But again.

I hate Saturdays.

They're the friendly reminder that this is the last night you can stay up because tomorrow is the day before another full week of school starts up. F-ck you Saturday. Fridays are the shiznuts. They got my back.

" You ain't got' worry abou' nothin' " Friday said to teenagers everywhere.

Saviours really.

But really. [As I say again]

I'm gonna try writing a /decent/ fanfiction on here and see if it gets at least a few people's attention. I'm really hoping that it will show how great my AP English teacher is at molding melting butter into a work of art. Because you know. Melting butter. You can't mold that sh-t. It just makes your fingers greasy and slippery as hell. Pimples galore if you happen to touch your face. That is if your skin is super sensitive to crap like that. Damn. I'm sorry.

Ramble ramble ramble ramble.

I should end this crap of a blog right there.

The whole point of this is for me to touch you.

In the brain.

IN THE FEELS.

Yeah. Not creepy crap. You nasty little--

But yes.

I would like to keep track of how far I've come in terms of writing abilities through my new story labeled 'I Slept In'. I'm hoping that perhaps I could get some feedback on each chapter on things that I could've done better. How crappy the plot might be already. If I'm developing the characters enough for you to feel engaged in their life. Anything that might be applicable to my being to become a better writer. Peas and thank you. If anything, I might begin to hate my story 'I Slept In' and just start in on a completely new story. But. Thank you. For the ones that might've happened to come across this sh-t of a blog. -place a hysterical laugh here- I'm hoping to find solace and zen in this blog and website.

Yours truly,

Cocoa.*^

 

 

 

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*Mind you, I started writing this blog on August 29th.

**I NEVER pray. Never. EVER.

***I find not cursing but cursing to be. Humorous. [?]

****Is that even a word? Hahaha

*^ I'm in 11th grade if that helps you at all in helping me