caithream | (no subject) (Reply)

Oh. God. Shut up, shut up, shut up. I just freaking wasted 45 minutes where I could have been doing my report or something. This just won't end and I can't get out of it. Ashley called me yet again. For the full story, refer back to April 14th. This can't even freaking drop when Haley and Kristen are in Spain. WHY, DEAR GOD, AM I CAUGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS?! This whole ordeal is just so freaking petty and juvenille. I keep on telling Ashley that I want NO part of this stupid thing. No part. For the whole 45 minutes I sat there going "Uh huh" "Yep"... those words she told me had no substance. They are just words that once out of the mouth fall onto the ground with no meaning or future. That's how I see it anyway. I'd much rather discuss the Pythagorean theorum or dissect of fetal pig or SOMETHING. Good God. Ashley contradicts herself with so many things. Gah. I want nothing to do with this petty little squabble but both Ashley and Haley keep dragging me down into it like I actually care or something. Sorry. I've got more important things on my mind then the well-being of the sophmore/freshman class relationship... like, say, my mom's cancer? Oh, no, hold on Mom; I can't help you right now; I've got to sort this whole thing out with the freshman, because, you know, we just can't have them mad at us, can we? Grow up you morons. This is the mindless crap we should have left behind in middle school. I swear, it's going to be a huge culture-shock (so to speak) for them when they reach college. I honest to God sometimes feel ten times more mature than everybody in my school put together.

Two things I wish right now: I wish I had a punching bag and I wish I was 21 so I could have a ~~juggernaut gallon~~ wee bit of alchohol. It's absolutly amazing how pissed they're making me. I congratulate myself on staying calm on the phone. That and not falling asleep.