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"..a happily ever after below the waist."
ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW.

“..I’m an addict for dramatics; I confuse the two for love.” –Taking Back Sunday

I'm Chelsea Beckett & Joseph Mark Trohman is my hero.
Cheers.

I’m every cliché but I simply do it best.




WHERE YOU WANT TO BE.

To the emergency exit door, no.


al/alister; the resident couch potato.
Anderson D./Andy
arvy.
audreyyyy.
bamba.
The BarBars.
bets/betina.
bianca.
brittany & casey.
cheenyka.
chi; simply indescribable.
christina marie.
dindin, dingdong.
disconinjas.
ells; the Fall Out Boy chic.
hannah c.
hudaaaaa.
ice.
ickbal.
iman.
izaq.
jammie.
jana.
jemuel.
joakk/joey/quack.
jolin.
joel
jovan.
justin.
kathrine.
katkat/kathrina.
kathleen.
kevin
kim.
kriztine abigail.
krizteena.
leiz; still the blabla.
manuel.
margaret.
maria natacia.
marlieeee/marla.
melanie a.
Mary Jayy/Mary Jane/Mary Joyce.
millah.
mizwarr.
monica/monix.
mumz.
mykaa.
nabs/bilay.
naqieyahh; pronounced na-KEE-yah.
Neesah aka Victoria.
Nicholle Zoe.
nikita.
nikki.
nina.
paths; the photographer.
pinkyy.
rcheller; the Manhattanite.
rhona.
ria.
relzz.
rielle/jan.
rosemary.
rubianca.
sarrrr.
seebs.
sim.
syiqah.
shanny!
steessh; the LOUD.
tashaa/nats; for cookies click here.
tiaraaa.
timmy.
umi; the taller one.
ummi syahirah.
wryck.
viel.
yerraaa.
yvonne&rora.
yzma/amelia/ismey
zim.
zim & friends.
zul.




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Thursday, July 10, 2008
High School's An Anarchy and I'm The Anarchist. 3:17 PM

"..Today we salute you, failures of our time, who have inadvertently scored an F in our last test. As a consequence, you have been brutally embarrassed, laughed at and screwed several times over during break. Now that you are being humiliated, think of us kicking back, laughing at your arses. As you stand there, shamed beyond degradation, you think “How the hell did I end up like this?”. Just remember that we will always remember this as the day you have failed, and have been absurdly falling from grace. And from this day forward, you people will always be known, embarrassingly, for what you have endured, due to the harshness of the bloody academy."


Okay I’m not that much of prick, I just felt like writing a speech dedicated to the students shamed today by our absurd BM teacher. Actually I feel quite bad for them, how self contradictory aren’t I? I think I may have a mild case of schizophrenia but never mind that now. What happened was, we had a test, almost everyone failed and yeah. The BM teacher ludicrously punished the failed by humiliating them during break. Yeah. I’m not even gonna mention what they had to cause it’s so stupid. It’s amazing how simple things can scar you for life. Like, now everyone’s gonna go like, “hey, I know you, you were that dude lalala, man that was embarrassing! Sucks to be you.” Mightily humiliating, truth be told.

So yeah. What made it worse for them (you should’ve known by now that I wasn’t included, which my teacher regretted. I don’t know what’s with him but he said he was quite surprised I wasn’t along with the others.

“Chelsea, I don’t know how you passed. I expected to see you there.”

“Pfft. Yeah well, I’m over here.

“I wanted to see you here so I can laugh at/embarrass you (his life long ambition, really).”

“Yeah well now I’m laughing at you.”

And at this pointed I went all Bart Simpson-like and laughed my ass off at him.) was that the seniors actually laughed at them as they did the punishment. Major ouch. Well that’s what you get for not trying hard enough. Can we be blamed though? We don’t need all that bullshit when we get into college and setoff for life. I mean what the hell? Can’t they teach something that is actually USEFUL for once?! All this is for the sake of marks and I don’t even think they care about our education. I remember our head disciplinarian once say he only cared about us getting a good future, because apparently WE are the future, and that if we screw ours up, it’ll screw HIS CHILDREN’S up. Talk about self-centered. Really. That guy has issues. He even admitted that the some, I said SOME teachers there don’t give a damn about our education.

But that’s not the point. Why can’t they teach something that we actually won’t take granted for?! Like, friendship, honesty, loyalty and all that? Honestly.

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YESTERDAY.
-Miserable Guts/Pits On Wednesdays.
-Don't mind the tagboard right now. The people alon...
-From Day One.
-Found On An Article On How To Annoy People Just Fo...
-You Want More Fans, I Want More Stage.
-..A Week After.
-..I miss New York.
-Apologies for no entries in about a week now, gett...
-Home Nevertheless. Days Five && Six; Mainly The City.
-Forever Hold Your Peace In Pieces.