DHC//DHR; gloriahh.

i'm sorry but

i hate:
livejournal and msn.


srysleelolz.


you're not funny.
and i don't care.


stop trying to impress me.

I HAVEN'T BEEN ON IN FOREVER AND I'M SORRY.
I LIKE YOU A LOT, KAY?


k sweet, guyzz.

oh yeah,
i went to a show last night.

AMAZING.
Automatic = sex.
The Sins = sex.

Automatic + The Sins = SEXSEXomggggggg.


;D
lawlz.

agatha and i got so hyper.

and i got a kiss on the cheek from adrian. <3
but then again
so did yamini
and agatha. D: but fuckyou.

SCHOOL STARTS ON MONDAY.
fuck that shit.
:/

anyways.

I GOT THE JOB.
at Dominion.
and i'll be scanning rich people's groceries
because they're too lazy
to go to the machines
where they do it themselves.

i'm sorry.

i really do deserve all of this shit, though.




i haven't ever met anyone as selfish as i am

and i don't deserve any of you wonderful people as friends

because i've treated you badly over these months.

i'm just a bad person.




i'm sorry that i never learned how to control my anger.

i'm sorry that i never learned how to cheer anyone up.

i'm sorry that i ever annoyed you, in any way.

i'm sorry that i ask for so much.

i'm sorry that i talked to any of you at all, and even thought of becoming friends with you.

i'm sorry that i ruined your life.

i'm sorry that i force myself to stick to what i believe in, even if it has been proven wrong fifty billion times.

i'm sorry that i'm not always in a good mood.

i'm sorry that i've been a bitch to every one of you.

i'm sorry i looked down at you.

i'm sorry that you have a lousy friend like me.

i'm sorry for all the times i didn't apologize, for the times when you wanted me to.

i'm sorry for freaking out for no reason all the time.

i'm sorry for not becoming a better person, but i am trying.

i'm sorry that i feel the need to constantly apologize because i think everything i'm doing is wrong.

i'm sorry that i'm just a big screwup and nothing i do ever turns out right.

i'm sorry that i'm so useless and i'm never there for any of you.

i'm sorry that i'm so clingy and cry too much.

i'm sorry that i complain too much about nothing at all, because i am a selfish bitch waiting to be spoiled by attention.




and most of all,

i'm sorry that i don't have courage to apologize in person.

i guess i'm just a coward like that.

i'm sorry that i'm such a big BITCH.
i feel like dying right now.
seriously.
shut the FUCK UP.
i'll scratch your eyes out. :/


don't comment.
i don't want to hear you fuckheads talk.
everything you say pisses me off
and everything you say will set me off.
so shut up
and go drown
in my bathtub
before i fuck you clean.

fuck hollywood.
fuck your guns.

gabe can comment.
because he wants to.
D:
and you can comment to.
if you like.
oh yeah, i got a haircut.
mhmmmm. pictures on myspace soon. ;D

( I CONFESS THAT IN 2005 I... )

this is an entry
where all you complainers out there
can complain
to me
about things that have to do with me/haven't to do with me.

exactly.

you can whine about my journal entries,
and how i totally dissed christmas's ass
and how i am so much better than you and christmas, both.

you can whine about your mom yelling at you because you failed another goddamned history test.
because you're just that stupid.

but most of all:
this is an entry
where gabriel can comment all he wants
so he won't beg
anymore.

:'D
hahayou'reallawesome. srysliee. <3

hello.
my name is gloria.
life is pretty sweet right now.
except for the fact that christmas is coming up and every body is drowning around me.
drowning in their selfishness, trying to seem unselfish, that is.
i think i may have a mental illness, but i'm scared to admit it to people.
i really need to take a shower right now.
i smell sex in my living room.
anyway. i think i am pretty cool when dealing with problems.
i mean, i can fight emotional breakdowns better than physical fights.
i think i'm strong that way.

i really don't like christmas.
i don't celebrate it, that's one thing for sure.
i don't really celebrate anything. i just go with the flow.

christmas is tomorrow.
i think i may throw up on everyone's lawns and burn their trees that have turned into twigs, sticking up from the ground.

i still need to buy presents for my friends.
i don't see anyone during the holidays.
i am going to be a cheapass and buy everything on boxing day.
why? because i don't want to waste my time and spend 50% more on something that i won't even get to use.
ever.
that's why christmas is so stupid.
your friends aren't going to use what you gave them anyway.
christmas is a day where all the shops and people encourage you to spend money on something that you don't even need.
a new computer.
a dvd player for someone you love.
they brainwash you to thinking that your gift won't be thrown into a dark closet for another 50 years.

my fish is smiling at me. i think i might eat him for breakfast.

face it.
christmas is something you all wish you had the spirit for,
but everyone just pretends
and goes with the flow.

Stop Drop and Skank is the best band ever.
Next to Radiohead, of course.
OMFG, AND AT THE SHOW LAST NIGHT,
ANDY DEDICATED A SONG TO ME.
Hah.
I love them. <3

no one updates anymore. ;(


uh.


math exam today.
didn't finish it.
nobody did, though.


uh.


SHOW TOMORROW.
tess && i are going to try to skank.
and embarass ourselves
IN PUBLIC.

good luck to andy and his band, man.
good luck.
gooooood luuuuuck.

oh yeah.
meg
and tess
and max
are going.
for sure.

but who knows who i'll see?

if you see me, come give me a hug.

kthnx.

history exam yesterday.
got lots more.
my school isn't semestered.
but we have exams anyway?
which is lame.



christmas is overrated.
i'm scared about becoming fat. D:

i broke up with him.
on saturday night.
because i wanted to.
now shut up and eat your damned dinner, miss.

concert master position.

three concerts this week in a row.

leaving my place at 7:15 in the morning and getting home at midnight is not something i enjoy.

but the time spent after school before the concerts are well-spent with friends.

meg+sanjana+jen+andy+gloria = coolest people ever. (after hours)

last night,

we took a condom and filled it with lotion and water

and taped it to jeff's locker. then i wrote 'thanks for tonigt' beside it.

pretty hilarious.

then we randomly decorated the theory room door.

we put on random shit.

and a "happy birthday" sign.

then i took a piece of random scrap paper and wrote "or not" on it.

then we stuck that under the signs.


it wasn't mr. humphrey's birthday.

but apparently, he liked it. maybe.

:]
happy days.

my head hurts.

i love jazz.

annie.
i fucking love you.
don't ever turn into him.
don't even think about it.
don't ever leave me. <3

I named the fish Sherman due to popular demande at school. D:
aaaaandandandand.
my birthday was fun.
they decorated the INSIDE of my locker.
First, I was all "OMFGTHEYDIDN'TDECORATEIT"
and then...
i opened my locker.
and it was all decorated and pretty!
AND THEY EVEN CLEANED IT FOR ME.
also, SHERMAN WAS ON THE TOP SHELF.
HELLZ YEAH.

um.
my sherman is the prettiest blue betta ever.
because he's mine, k.

he's also homosexual.
he doesn't attack himself in the mirror,
he ADMIRES himself
and he's very self concious.
he's also in drag.
anduhhhhh
he's wearnig a pretty blue dress.
he likes boys.
he judges people by their looks.
boys think he's a girl because he's wearing a dress, but he's really not.

i'm not kidding.
like, for seryus lolz.

HE KICKS YOUR ASS, K.

happy birthday to me! :]
sing for me.
like, right now.
and sing the loudest song.

i feel better today.
TOMORROW IS MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY.
i forgot to bring my report card home /again/.
my dad will be really pissed. x(
my mum will be like, "ew, god. you can't hang out with andrew tomorrow."
and we won't be able to watch battle royale together.
and i'll cry. x(

i threw up this morning. once at 3:33 (because i looked at the clock and thought it was weird), and once at 6:47. i felt so sick and went back to bed and just stayed there.
two minutes later, my mum barges in and tells me to go to school. i tell her i threw up twice. she says, "that's not reason to not go to school." she didn't even LISTEN to me. SHE NEVER FUCKING LISTENS TO ME.
i drag myself up and go to school.
i can't concentrate during my first two periods in the morning.
i wasn't prepared for class.
at all.
i was just there.
laid my head oh the desk.
got in shit for it.
they didn't even let me explain. THEY NEVER LET ME FUCKING EXPLAIN.
i felt really sick and had a stomach ache and a huge headache.
i went home at lunch.
came home.
mum glared at me and talked to me in a bitchy tone.
i tell her i didn't feel well and i called dad already.
she glares at me. "go to bed."
so i did. because i was planning to do it anyway.
i threw up through the middle of my sleep.
she didn't even look at me.
woke up and still felt a little sick.
had some "bathroom troubles". hahahahahanot funny.
went to my violin lesson BY MYSELF, IN THE FUCKING DARK, WHILE IT WAS RAINING.
dad picked me up at 7.
my dad felt bad for me, so he bought me a big bag of ms. vicky's chips from price chopper and a thinger of white grape juice.
i was happy.
i come home.
my mum bitches at me.
and then at my dad.
FOR NOTHING.
SHE'S FUCKING INSANE.
she goes, "why'd you buy this shit for her? you know she's faking it."
HOW DO YOU FUCKING FAKE VOMIT AND BATHROOM SHIT AND TAKE TYLENOL AND NOT DIE OF TOO MUCH MEDICINE?
i was fucking sick.
i start yelling at her.
she tells my dad that i never threw up and nothing happened when i got home.
then she tells my dad that i lied on my bed and read for the whole time.
SHE WAS NEVER IN MY ROOM.

then i told her, "YOU DON'T EVEN CARE."
she says, "you're right. i don't."
then i ask, "then why the fuck are you saying shit about me?"
she says, "because it has to be said."
i say, "fuck you"
and slammed the door.
yes, i did swear.

my nose started bleeding.

and i can't stop crying.

I DON'T WANT HER TO CARE.
and now my dad thinks i lied.
fuck this.
i just want to die right now.