My Life Story…(Part 1 of 3) Kinder-6th Grade

My life has been uneventful, so I’ll talk about my past a bit. This story is pretty fucking boring, so yea, don’t even waste your time…
(so why you writing it?)
I dunno maybe so I could see how much I’ve changed…oh well here it goes.

Throughout my years from kindergarten until about sixth grade I was the same kid. Short, somewhat smart, and pretty good athletics for a short kid. It was an incredibly hard and long process for me to get one friend, so I only had a few but during this time I experienced following friends around(being basically a sheep) to actually being the guy that my friends would follow around, it was pretty cool, boy its fun to think about your childhood. Anyway the thing that’s different is that my school would be located thirty minutes away from my house, ya see, I lived in the same house all my life but I would go to school in another city. This is because my parents works were near my school and they would drop me off at my aunts house near my elementary school. Plus, if I went to school near my house, no one would be home to take care of me. Well I didn’t know that was illegal, and me having a huge sense of guilt, would always question my parents why couldn’t they just tell the Principal the truth. In 4th grade, I decided to transfer schools(I didn’t want to break the law anymore), to the elementary school next door, by this time my dad was laid off and he was always home, wait…no…he just got work from being laid off for so long. So we were both starting fresh at new work places. My grandma would be the one who would take care of me while my mom and dad were at work…yea I think that was it. Anyway, to get straight to the point I didn’t last a week in my new school. Everything was fine the first two days, I was somewhat happy(or trying to make believe I was), I liked that I didn’t have to wake up so early and blah blah blah. Though in 4th Grade, I didn’t know how to make friends, I was the quiet one and the only time I was actually comfortable was when I was around people I knew. Though at this new school, I knew no one. Now on the 3rd day of school I think, something really strange happened. During the middle of the class I bursted out crying, I couldn’t stop, it was like I was completely and utterly filled with sadness. I felt a sudden urge, a longing for my dad to comfort me, I mean that was his job right? I missed him, I wished he was there, but no one was there, not even the fucking teacher helped me out, damn she was a fucking messed up person.

(you only knew her for 2 days you cry baby, don’t judge her like that)

DUDE! I DIDN’T WANT TO CRY, I JUST DID! I COULDN’T FUCKING STOP IT WAS SO ANNOYING. I was fine one minute and a second later, I was bawling. Kids stared, I heard whispers…I felt what was on their mind. “New kid is crying what the fuck?” Yea the curiosity, the pity they tried not to show…haha it was fucking sad. Well I was! fucking sad…eh, the faster you accept it, the faster life becomes somewhat easier. Though that was something I’ve accepted long ago. Well, my mom figured it out, and transfered me back to my old school, phew… I was so relieved and ashamed at the same time. Because I got what I wanted, but I didn’t get what I intended to get, I quit…I was a failure.

(at life)

yes…at life…

Now the sadder part is that wasn’t the only time I cried maniacally, yes I was pretty emotionally unstable in my younger years, now I’m able to hide any emotion, humor and a smile are perfect for hiding shit. Most of the time my smiles are real anyway. Anyway I lasted one day in 5th grade science camp. The camp was all bragging no matter how many times a kid would cry, they wouldn’t send him home, well I SHOWED THEM! I was lying in my bed when the feeling of missing my dad, I was a real daddy’s boy…

(wow…that sounds like a gay porno…)

…whatever…so yea, I missed my dad a lot out of nowhere. Fine one minute, bawling the next, thats how it goes. Except this time the people around me were my friends, they weren’t those damn strangers or anything, they knew I was kind of like that, they cared, they understood. But that wasn’t enough…my homeroom teacher also tried helping me. Though it looked as if I was going to make it through, my body did something something fucking incredible. My body gave itself a 104 degree fever, haha talk about home sick!, fuck that was crazy, they put ice on me n shit and I was incredibly close to being sent to the hospital. They called my mom and my dad and they came to pick me up. By the time I was half way home my fever was reduced, and by the next day I was perfectly fine. What I felt at the time sucked, oh well those were only short periods of time, Twice I was incredibly sad, but every other time was awesome as my childhood. First crush was in 5th grade, NOT A GUY! sa’ girl, don’t feel like talking about thats its pretty useless, and has nothing to do with the story, so yea I only had to talk about those two times, and the fact that I live 30 minutes away from the school.

(Just the sad times huh?)

Yep…

(Is that all you remember?)

Talking about happy times is boring…it’s better to reflect on the past and see how much you’ve grown, you become happier.

(True…I guess…sometimes)

-late! G.P.
P.S. Damn YES I was a cry baby, who missed his daddy whenever he went away etc. I’d grab on his leg and stuff when he dropped me off at my aunts house.

(That explains a lot, if you were a panzie back then it gives a lot of understanding why your a panzie now)

…ouch…you don’t even get a point for that one…I’m not as bad as I was…

(tch you better not be!)

wow…good day good day

Dang this day has been filled with good luck…which isn’t good because whenever I get good luck, Bad luck follows close behind, and…when I get bad luck…good look follows close behind..its a never ending cycle -_- but! at least it makes life interesting.

So yea first! I almost over slept, I woke up, and fell asleep, then magically woke up at 6:45 before school started, I can’t believe I didn’t over sleep. Next we basically did nothing in History and I got a 5 on the quiz yeaaaa kickass. 3rd Period we were suppose to turn in spanish essays, but our teacher extended it for a day! (yea mine sucked so now I could revise it etc). 4th Period was awesome cuz…well we didn’t do much either. 5th Period was eh…Co’s gone…and yea…that kinda sucked, but it was still fun. 6th period! YES 6th period! MS METICA CAME THROUGH! She didn’t move our group, but just move the seating arrangement of our group, though I sit next to Hilary now rather than Teresa, its still awesome cuz she’s still only a seat away. And my friend from English also sits next to me and Eric is up one to the right one, yea!!! and Nolan is behind me YES! OH MY GOD YES!
(wow…that sounded…really gay, the Nolan part…he’s behind u? “YES”? WTF?? DID U JUST GET ANAL RAPED?)
ok…I DIDN’T MEAN IT LIKE THAT ASS HOLE…hehe pun wasn’t intended
though I could feel his stare through the back of my neck…its pretty scary…
All in all this day was like a 9 outa 10!…I’m worried  though, wtf is gonna happen to me…whenever good luck strikes…bad luck lurks closely behind…

-G.P. Bitches, late
-P.S. MS. METICA IS A FREAKIN SAINT! an average teacher at best…but up there in my respect
(up ur ass?)
fuck you, you know what? fuck you bitch
(hehehehe owned)
NO DONT’! DONT! U BETTER NOT
(….

George: 1 Parenthesis man: 3)
;DALKJFA;DKLFJ;ALKJA;LKB

I Gotta Keep My Viewers Up!!!!

Dang!!!! today was a mixture of awesomeness and crappiness, but all in all THIS DAY OWNED! I FIGURED OUT THAT I DON’T HAVE ALL B’S! BUT 3 A’S
(still a failure to some people)
NOT TO ME BITCHES!!!
Also, the weather was pretty fucking good too, I mean It was warmer than most days but just hella windy and a little rainy, I love that weather. It’s like…so refreshing to feel the wind hit you and the rain touch you. Though when I was walking home in the rain, I got a headache…don’t know if thats a bad sign or not…but yea.

For the crappy news! MS. METICA(my one true love) IS CHANGING OUR SEAT ARRANGEMENTS!!!! I need my 2 partners(cuz they’re the smartest in the class and I like to copy). But yea! oh my god I don’t think I could survive with new partners…I’ve grown accustomed to the old ones and without them, Chem would be something I WOULDN’T look forward to. How am I going to compliment on Hilary’s clothes when she’s not there?!? NO ONE can dress as cool as her!!! How am I going to swear at Teresa from across the room?!?!? Ms. Metica will surely hear it…What do you think about this Parenthesis Person?
(WHYYYYYYYYYYY MS. METICA? WHYYYYYYYYYYY???)
I know!

So…Here’s what we did. I started out with all out begging! “MS METICA! DONT CHANGE US PLZ I NEED THEM! I NEEED MY PARTNERS” etc etc. Then Hilary Joined in “MS METICAA COME ONNN WE ALL HAVE A’S WE’RE GOOD STUDENTS!!!” then Teresa, with her plea for help/ in distress/ fake sad emotion tone goes soap opera on Ms. Metica “im blinnd I can’t see the board without them, then I’m going to fail, then my dad will kill me” but..Ms. Metica wouldn’t flinch…though I HOPE! she will find it in her heart to keep our group together…I couldn’t imagine a chemistry class without them…I still have faith in you Ms. Metica and I’ll always love you…
(I love you too Ms. Metica)

-G.P.
PS: When I said I love you to Ms. Metica, she said “I love you too George” but I saw right through it…it was just so she could make me happy because she’s moving our seats. NO! I WONT ACCEPT IT YET THERES STILL A CHANCE!
(yea…still a chance!!!)

k…

Pretty uneventful day…awesome day though, it was fun, besides the fact that I have all B’s and my parents are pissed and I will probably not be able to go into a nice college…this was one of my better days.

lalalalalala…bored…Think I’ll talk to myself
(go to sleep)
no…
(go)
why?
(cuz ur sleepy)
good point…
(yea, listen to your conscience)
hey, am I sad?
(your face is…)
ow…, I meant emotionally
(I don’t know are you?)
I don’t know…maybe I’ve gotten used to the feeling
(now you sound emo)
no, emo would be like “I wish I were dead”
(true true…)
so am I or not
(good question)

Hm…I can’t tell just yet…
(you’ll find out sooner or later)
yea…hehehe
(hahaha)
we’re crazy…
(I know…we’re gonna end up in a hospital, but we aint gonna be the doctors)
yea…can’t wait till that time
(wonder what people think about me talking to myself like this…)
I was suppose to say that…are you trying to take over…again?
(hm…no…yes..what you gonna do about it?)
I won’t let you…
(oh yea?)
yea…
(wanna take this outside bitch?)
fuck yea, lets go ho
(…k how do we do this…)
…we don’t…

-G.P.
P.S. you are your own worst enemy, but you’re also your own best friend
(yea especially you, cuz you don’t have any)
…
(YEA OWNED BITCH
GEORGE: 1 PARENTHESIS PERSON: 2)
how the fuck did you get 2!
(don’t question the scoring system…)

Well…I’m Fucked

Theres about a 75% chance that I B’d all my classes this semester so far I checked two classes, Math and Spanish, and what do you know? B+’d them both = still a B. So yea…I’m basically fucked. The worst part isn’t my parents becoming angry , It’s me letting my parents down. For those who know me, they already know my parents aren’t as strict as any other parent. They let me basically do whatever I want, they don’t constantly monitor my grade, or my homework habits, they never did, when I was little, instead of helping me on my homework, they helped me cheat on my homework. Yea, pretty cool parents huh? Thats what sucks, they let ME handle my own grade, they let ME decide whether or not when I do homework, or sleep or whatever.
And yea, It’s not their fault, like if they were average parents, they would be like, OK, I forced you to do homework and you still B’d the class, I should have been more blah bla hblah. This time, it’s me, its my fault haha. My grade is mine, and whatever happens to it, is ALL my fault, freedom comes at a high price sometimes.

(oh you poor thing…think of yourself as lucky, not everyone has it as good as you, you self centered bastard…)

I feel bad, how could I let something like this happen, and so close to A’ing the class, if I worked a little bit harder, I could’ve A’ed everything EVERYTHING, what happened? hahaha B’ing all classes, thats beyond Asian Failed…How could I let my parents down like this? hahaha what the hell?

(so…whats the problem, its your fault, grow up dumb ass, all you have to do is Ace the next semester)

I know…

(so what the fuck is this blog for? to get people to pity you?)

you and I both know thats not true…

(yea, so whats it for…)

I…don’t really know

(this blog only says that you’re weak and stupid, and don’t have any sense of priorities, you should listen to our parents)

……….

(stop being stupid, you know you’re not…well…I think you’re crazy, cuz you’re talking to yourself…)

yea…this is weird…

(yep…)

k…late

-G.P.
(wow, talk about double sided personality…)
but we’re the same…
(yea…so whats that called?)
I don’t know…
(am…am I your imaginary friend?)
What the fuck, maybe…maybe you WERE my imaginary friend…and like, now your just my conscience…
(hm…possibly…)
yep…I think I’m alone at home too much…
(yea, thats probably it…)
are people able to talk to their conscience so freely like this?
(I dont know…you should ask people)
They’d think I’m weird…
(you ARE weird..)
oh yea…hehe

YAY I GOT A VIEWER

well, because I told Audrey the site to my blog…I cheated =( but at least I got a viewer today MUAHAAHAH YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.
(fucking cheater)
I know I know, I’m not even gonna fight with you this time Parenthesis Person, I should nickname you…how’s P.P.?
(oh thats fucking mature of you)
hahaha you know it was awesome…

Score: Me-1 Parenthesis Man – 0!

Highlights Yo:
Watched Cloverfield, it was pretty awesome, mostly because Eric and I made sure it was awesome. We faked enthusiasm, like, suspended reality for throughout the whole movie it was awesome, the movie watching went like this:
“OH SHIT OH FUCK OH MAN WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!”
“OH GOD! WE NEED JASON IN A TIME LIKE THIS, WHY DID HE HAVE TO DIE?”
“OH SHIT ITS NOT DEAD YET?!?”
“RUN RUN! BITCH RUN! BEFORE YOU GET SURPRISED SEXXED”
“OH MY GOD COD4 STYLE BITCHES ROCK ON YEAAAAAA KICKASS”
“OH DEAR! ZERGLINGS! RUN RUUUN HO”
“WAIT FOR IT…….HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA”
“MARLENE DIAMOND DIED!” NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”
“WAIT! WHY DID THEY KILL HER?”
“SHE DIDN’T, SHE EXPLODED”
“OH…”
“YEA”
*side note*: Marlene Diamond was our favorite character, she was a bad ass stripper named chick, and saved the camera dudes life

After we watched Bucket List, that was pretty awesome also, funny, but not as awesome as Cloverfield I think

Late! Until next time, hopefully I get 5 viewers one day…*sigh* what an impossible dream
-G.P.
P.S. …the day was good…but it could have been so much better…

What?!?! WHAT THE HELL

3 VIEWS TO 0! OH COME ON WHAT THE FUCK…well fuck this then if I can’t keep my viewers stimulated
(you cant even keep yourself stimulated)
What the fuck is that suppose to mean?
(you cant masturbate)
…yes i can,

anyway, fuck this, I give up >>

P.S.: highlight of my day: hehe Jenna showed me this funny video  of a hentai game review of Phoenix Wright, its hilarious…

OH MY GOD IM SO HAPPY!

The best fucking thing happened to me today…
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MY VIEWERS WENT UP, IT WENT FROM 1…TO 3! OH MY GOD! YESSSSS. For the last few days I’ve been getting only 1 viewer!(probably the old pedophile guy or the hot pedophile girl…plz….let it be the hot pedophile girl) and yea! NOW ITS AT 3! HOLY CRAP! YESSSSS WOW! …k im done

Anyway, heres my story for the day,
- I decided to wear a hat that I haven’t worn in forever
(not interesting)
well fuck you parenthesis person go to fucking hell
(I can’t, I’m in your conscience dumb ass)
…oh…k
(if i could go to hell i would, its a lot better than being in your fucking perverted mind)
whoa what the hell man
(…sorry)
its cool, we good?
(yea, on with the story)
- OH during community service, the guy I was teaching, he was like:
guy: “hey what you doing after this?”
me: “meeting”
guy: “oh, you want to *mubmles something or i cant hear it*
me:(well i thought he was saying to do extra practice so heres what i said): SURE OK! I’ll help you after! ok? I’ll come w/ u after I’ll ask my boss”
guy: “wait, ok?”
me: yea yea
guy: “u want to come with me to get coffee? I’ll drive you there and back”
ASIDE!: WTF! HE OFFERED ME A RIDE TO GET COFFEE WITH HIM? WTF! OH MY GOD IS HE A RAPIST?, WTH, I ALREADY UNINTENTIONALLY AGREED TO IT, OH FUCK OH MY GOD I DON’T WANNA DIE…so heres what i said

me: “wait…um…I can’t go, I don’t drink coffee…sorry”
guy: “oh OK, some other time then”

yeaaa…played it smooth bitches…
(weak ending…)
fuck you
(what time?)
…you win for now parenthesis person…you win…….for now…

-Late! G.P.
PS – I have Ownage LUST!
PSS- Ownage Lust: the unwavering feeling to OWN someone, it can be the literal term(owning bitches) or gamers term(beating someone really bad in a game).

Distraction from Studying for a bit…

why the fuck do I blog, I get like 4 views, one of them being me. The three other views , one of them is probably some weird ass pedophile. Some old bastard who’s patiently waiting for me to reveal something about myself that he can use to find me and come to my house. Then satisfy his fucking disgusting lust for my frail teenage boy body and prey on my virginity. HA fuck you you fucking pedophile bitch whore >.< I’d kill you before you’d even get close to my damn city. Cut your legs off first then beat you over with it till your so fucking beat up the doctor would already claim that your either a dead animal, or a corpse so disfigured that he couldn’t call you human.
If your a girl pedophile however…wait…a HOT girl pedophile, by all means…rape me…unleash your passionate hunger, your craving for the fresh succulent body of a young teenagers body upon me. I’ll give minimal resistance(I have to give some or it wouldn’t be rape). It’ll go like this: “no no please dont please oh no..noo thats my pants!…YES OH MY GOD!! YES YES YES” You know, I bet thats every guys fantasy, to have some hot girl…or 2…or 3…to sneak into his room and rape him.

I’ve been pretty out of it this week, holy shit. The final I took today in Spanish, I almost fell asleep so many damn times, its like would doze off and the only thing that kept me awake was when my pencil fell outa my hand after almost falling asleep and I had to pick it up. Not only that, but after the Spanish final, I fell asleep, a DEEP sleep, like I woke up, and there was a bit of drool on my sleeve, I even remember dreaming wth…I slept on my arm, hm…is my arm that comfortable? Anyway, now I can’t even remember what was on the damn Spanish final. Plus whenever I get home, my mood changes, I become cold and serious at home! It was to the extent that my dad had to ask if I was OK or is there anything wrong? And again today, I passed one of my teachers and he said “George is everything OK, you don’t look too good?” thats twice in one week someone asked me if i was OK or not, like they couldn’t tell. Hah maybe there is something wrong with me, actually there is but like I’d tell you bitches whats on my mind.

-Later Hoe’s, I’ll be waiting for you hot girl pedophile…
-G.P.

Since Everyone is Doing it Today…

If you don’t want to waste your time, don’t read this, but I just wanted to show u how ranting is really like.

Yea..just like me, following the crowed…HAH! eh…acutally…depends…whatever on with how bad the day was!

The day was just…damnit i hate writing down my feelings, just ask me in person.

Well, I don’t wanna be that guy who says how bad his day was, when in comparison to others, is actually laughable to be called a bad day. I also don’t wanna be that guy, who is so fucking cheerful it makes others sick because they aren’t considerate of sad people’s feelings. So I will say this and this only, that today was a good day, not fucking great, not life threatening bad, but a good day. I wouldn’t call it a bad day, theres too many good things in the world to focus on the bad shit. Of course, I, being somewhat human…somewhat, have my shares of bad days, I try to keep a positive look on life, I know, its fucking disgusting. A world where people die every day of starvation, corrupt governments, someone getting raped just this second, how could anything be so content? To tell the truth, I don’t know, all that I know is when i read something about happiness, statistically, the thing that causes it is friendship, wow how cliche, but its true, so yea there ya go. I make sure that for every person who is starving, I know someone else is being saved from starvation, I know for every corrupt government official, there is a person who’s going above and beyond for the people, and for every rape victim, there is a guy hanged for it. So everything seems to balance out, the only thing that makes this day a good day, is me saying(and believing) its a good day, I tipped the balance with saying that, yea, its that fucking easy. Though I am sorry… I dislike thinking like this, I feel as if I’m rubbing into everyone’s faces that I’m happier than them, but I’m trying my hardest not to, I should just fucking stop typing…late. One more thing, though some of my friends feel as if their world just collapsed, and me being powerless to do anything (i hate feeling useless), it’s still is a good day, cuz at least i have friends.

-Tch, Why’d i do this, Wow that ending sounds too dramatic…whatever STUDY TIME!
-Ps: sorry if i contradict myself, I never catch it, whatever…
-Pss: fuck…
-Psss: K i’ll stop doing this “…” now