I wanna push you around--well, I will.

Stuff like this should NOT freakin' happen in high school. Crap like this goes on in third grade, maybe middle school, but HIGH SCHOOL... no.

Stupid Nolan. Stupid futhermucking Nolan. He harasses me EVERY DAY in econ, and today he just GOES and brings up the same crap I have heard since third grade.

"Why don't chu lose some weight? Thicklet!"

Everyone keeps saying, "He's just playing with you!" Like hell. EVERY kid who picked on me for being tall and being fat wasn't playing with me. That boy is NOT playing with me.

I'm so damn sick of that being the first insult someone throws at me. God, I KNOW I'm fat and ugly, is it REALLY necessary for you to throw it in my face? This is why I want to stop eating for oh, a good six months so that assholes like Nolan won't be able to call me "fatty" or "thicklet" again.

Maybe if that happens, I can actually get a guy I like to pay attention to me! Oh, wait, no I won't. I still have irreversibly screwed up teeth! I still have to get braces! And oh! Maybe that won't even work! Plastic surgery could.

Why can't girls have intelligence AND beauty? And how come I got the former but will need a good million to have the latter?

I hate this.

you'll never change if you just run away.

I'm better.

And this is the last time this happens, you know? I'm not going to take this from anyone else. I'll try to ignore it or whatever strong people can do.

I found an MP3 of the Fraggle Rock theme song at FraggleRocker.com. YAY. I realized that I gave away all of my Fraggle Rock picture books. How sad.

Another sad thing: my brother caught a butterfly for his requisite bug project, and it was soo pretty: orange and black. I was like, "That's sad!" I love butterflies. I could never catch one and kill it, y'know?

Oh, and I changed the links in my journal. Go see.