ndslotesse's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I don't know what I'm obsessing about Dear Diary, What can I say? I'm in school again. It's awful, I hate this place so bad. But, I wouldn't want to attend another school. Isn't that ironic? Well, yeah of course you already know that about me, 'cause I said it about a million times yesterday. I'm not sure if you know, but I attend an all girls highschool. Yeah, it's peaches and cream. NOT! But, it does have it's advantages. Coed, public school sucked for me 'cause I was never one of those damned pretty girls wearing abercrombie, holding a seventeen magazine in the left hand, and the hottest guy in the right. Don't get me wrong, some of those girls were my friends. But, they are sooooo ordinary it's almost impossible to imagine. *I guess you could say I'm obsessed with not being ordinary* But couldn't they stop whining about the next football game and how their perfectly styled-two-hour with ringlit <--- typo curls were gonna stay in? PLEASE?! How superficial can you get? But here I am, being another damn hypocrite because I use to do those same acts of ignorance. I use to wake up everyday to take a shower, dry my hair, style it, pound on the make-up, and find the cutest outfit in my closet. I mean...damn, I use to call up my friends every morning to see what they were wearing because we wanted to match each other. But, now I'm here, in an all girls school, with my hair all greasy, a face without make-up, or hair spray. It's beautiful. So, what *am I complaining about. This world will forever be superficial, infested with people who are obessed with their outward appearance. And what about the people who don't have enough money to buy the clothes, make-up, accessories, and boyfriends? Do they get to skip out on the naive experiences during your adolesence. They, my dear dear friends, if you listen closely, will be the ones becoming the elite. But, I don't have to tell you that...'cause that's a no-brainer. No matter what people say, YOU CAN BUY A FREAKIN' BOYFRIEND!!!! Okay!? I've seen it done. Listen, there was this guy in my school, and boy! was he rich, he was like 4 foot 1 and really scrawny. But he got some the the most prettiest, popular girls in school. YOU WANNA KNOW WHY!? Because he has the money, he had the green, it was overflowing in his pocket and they knew it. That's why they went for it. Disgusting. I don't know what I'm obsessing about. I guess I only brought this topic up because I miss some of my friends in my public school. I miss them so badly, just sitting here realizing that I am contradicting myself once more. But it doesn't matter. I should be happy because I have a great oppurtunity to have a fantastic education. I should be, you know? I should be. With care, 10:58 a.m - 2002-03-25 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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