Swear to Bob, that little girl says it in the song on the commercial.

"An excellent source of happiness, an excellent source of (ba da ba ba ba) penis!"

LISTEN NEXT TIME. YOU'LL SEE.

Anyway. I'm not moving. Long story short, my dad's a lazy fatass with an annoying girlfriend. And the school I'd go to is shittier than the school I go to now. So. Hell no.

I am, however, transferring schools. Since my school is academically unacceptable I can transfer to any school I want. Score.

I already found the one I wanna go to. It's a bit far but it's been recognized by the TEA (people who check and see if school are academically acceptable/unacceptable/exemplary/etc.) and the advanced classes are nice and challenging, just like I like 'em.

It'll be weird adjusting, though, 'cause the demographics are way different. My current school:
49% Hispanic.
36% Black.
12% White. (I lawl every time.)
3% Other.

The school I may go to:
62% White.
27% Hispanic.
6% Asian.
5% Black.
<1% Native American.

I was like. Wtf. Where are the coloured people at? Then I started laughing.

But that school is near churches and church schools. So I hope the kids there aren't all mega-conservative Christian (Fuck you guys. Fuck. You.) or some shit. There's no Gay-Straight Alliance. I checked. That worries me.

Will I be the only one not saying anything on April 24th? Will there be a whole bunch of homophobes and close minded people? 'Cause I hate that. I really do.

I respect religious beliefs, sure. My beliefs consist of Buddhism, Taoism, Animism, Hinduism, and Sikhism. But I don't follow organized religion. I didn't just pick those religions because they sounded cool, I found out which of my beliefs went into which religion.

Anywho! Good school. Better have good people.
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So my mom's graduation is Thursday, right. We went to the mall to go get me a dress, because they're on sale. I'm very picky about how clothes look and fit on me. I found one that was just. Me.

It was a baby doll dress, but it didn't squash my boobs together and shove them into my chin like some baby dolls do. It was green, blue, and brown, which is a colour combination I just looove. The design was abstract, not that girly shit like flowers and butterflies. There was a mesh under it that showed under the hem, but I thought it was really pretty. It was pretty, not cute, and was flattering to my figure. I fell in love with the dress. It was originally $70 but was on sale for $42. After I tried it on, my mom took it from me, put it back on the rack, and started walking to another store.

I'm like what the hell. Do you know how fucking hard it was for me to find that dress? A dress that fits, a dress that looks nice on me? $42 for a nice sun dress that I could wear around the house or on holidays, or going to a party is not unreasonable. I wouldn't just wear it once like a prom dress, that's retarded. So we went to like four other stores. But I didn't even look. I want that dress. If I don't get that dress, fuck her graduation. I won't go. Or I will go, but just wear my ripped jeans, my tattered old Chuck Taylors and an oversized t-shirt. All she has to do is buy me the damned dress.

Cheap bitch. But she can buy a dress that's too small for her for $43. Bull fucking shit. Ugh. I was so pissed.

Anyway. Whatevs. Ciao~ <3

-Jam.

P.S. OH, HOW COULD I FORGET. FUCK.

My cousins are moving in with me! Fuck! Shit! What the hell! Three extra people that eat like pigs, listen to shitty rap mega loud and sing along, read my IM conversations OUT LOUD, and hog the TV, changing the channels without asking!

I'm gonna go nuts. It's only for a month. But I will kill myself. I will never have alone time. WHEN WILL I MASTURBATE?

Jay kay. But seriously. This sucks. Mooch off of someone else. THANKS FOR TELLING THEM THEY COULD STAY MOM. Jesus. We barely have any room.

Arjherkjsdkslhasjasgjasdjdafuck.

-Jam.