2005-09-27 - 10:46 p.m.
I tried to talk to my about my plan to fight back but for some reason she still has a bug up her ass, and is still blaming me. She needs to get over this bullshit. I admit i fucked up now its time for her to step up and protect me but instead she seem to want to made me suffer as if im gonna leave some damn bullshit lesson from being send to Ghetto High.
Fuck that, she just doesn't understand that my suffering days are behind me.
I suffered the almost 2 years that follow the day that my father kicked her ass to the curb, moved out and left us at the very edge of poor-dom.
Since we've moved on up to the big league my problems are minor and none of them can stop the smile that comes on my face, and into my very being, everytime i see this house, the lake, the woods, All my problems sit outside the big front gate to the road of our house, they cannot enter paradise. .
This house loves me no matter what i do, like moms used to. But now shes taken THEIR side again me but like them she will see that i will never be defected. I will win. See will see that i am the good son, that shes been the bad mother.
I will not break or bend an inch, i will overcome my enemies and they shall become my footstools.
Ok, let me move on to something that happened that is less depressing and a demostration of why i will never be beaten.
Why good shit follows bad shit and bad shit follows good shit but no matter i still stand undefeated.
While i was waiting for Marcus who was late pinking me up from school, he finally called at about 3:40pm to my cell and told me that he was stuck in traffic about 4 miles away because of some accident, and he would be about 1/2 late.
He told me to stay in front of the school and wait for him.
There was a bunch of people at the end of the parking lot hanging around doing something, so i went there to see what was what?
They had a boombox playing Bow shit Wow, and no talent Ciara. The girls is fly but she can't hold a note for shit. All her songs are nice, soft, easy voiced shit. Cute but not diva material.
And bow wow is as old as time. I just never understood why anyone would want to be called Snoop doggie dog, and Bow fucking wow.
I can understand being called Snake, DMX, Ja shit rule, and Romeo. But Snoop shit, and bow dogshit wow. But i must admit i do like the song FOR YOU.
So i was bobbing to the music when the mean girl from lunch yesterday looked my way, so i nodded to her, and my ESP flashed the warning that the evil looking bitch was up to no good and i was her target.
She gave her friend her books and started dancing around and then came straight my way.
Now diaryboy why do these be-yotches want to always fuck with me. I don't have punk written on my face, do i?
FUCK NO I DON'T.
I have the look of a hungry latin tiger, not of a sheep or deer, i have a predators look, not some fucking grass eating vegetarian being.
So the evil looking chick whos name is Marisol back her ass up to my Johnson,
I let her grind back against me for about 5 seconds when i had enough of her trying to show me up.
I let my coat and books slide to the ground and held her little pretty ass lightly and did a hammertime dance on her pretty little, tight, sexy, ass.
Just as i was getting my props Marcus puts up to the curb and yells that he told me to wait at the front of the school.
Now diaryboy, i admit i look down on the less fortunate and especailly those that work for us,
but thats only because there is an order to things, you work for someone, you kiss their ass, you do what they say, or get another fucking job.
I wasn't about to let this driver talk shit to me. It really sucks diaryboy because i really did like Marcus, but there was no way i was gonna let some fucking driver talk shit to me, and he made the mistake of believing that he didn't have to let some punk high schooler try to kick out the window of his car, because after i told him that if i was waiting over there as i pointed a mile from the front of the school that he would pick me up there, because he doesn't tell me where to wait, i tell him what to do.
When he said that he would leave me the next time i wasn't where he told me to be, i just couldn't hold back the rage that instantly builded up in me.
I took a step back and kicked the back window as hard as i could but the damn thing much be shatterproof because it knocked my ass backwards and almost on my ass.
Marcus whos about 6'2 went insane and started coming around the car to get at me. I threw down my books and was ready to move in on him fast to surpise him and get in a few good ass killer shots before he could get a hold of me.
But out of nowhere these 3 school security guards step inbetween us 1 of them backed me up and the other 2 blocked Marcus and when he kept trying to get at me they wrested him to the ground.
LOL, talk about a surreal life. I couldn't believe the shit was happening.
I didn't know and don't know what happened to poor old Marcus, the school called me a taxi, and when they asked for moms work number and our home number i gave them 2 bogus numbers, moms of course quit her job but they didn't know shit about our lives.
I wasn't about to have the school call mom and tell her shit, she was already pissed enought at me to have to hear about what happened.
Even thought i was innocent.
Of course i knew that moms had to find out sooner or later, i thought of a hundred things to say or do, i planned on calling the service tomorrow and tell them i wasn't going to work and i would catch a taxi, IF they didn't call or the cop didn't call or anyone else i could think of would call.
At about 6pm when moms was watching tv downstairs the service called and told her that they were sorry about the incident and someone else would be picking me up tomorrow.
Moms came up to my room for the first time in about 9, months that i can think of, and asked me what happened that the car service called and said that they were sorry and that i was gonna have another driver tomorrow.
I told/asked her didn't they tell you? She said no, what happened. I told her nothing happened it was just another normal day in paradise.
She got pissed and resorted to her old self and said that i better stop fucking around with her and tell her what happened.
I told her shit happens then they unhappen.
I really think that if she was close enough she would have smacked the shit out of me but she was too far to.
She said that i better not have gotten into any more trouble. Now that pissed me off and i exploded for the second time in one day. I told her why the fuck she was so fucking surprise, i was always making fucking trouble everywhere i go.
She walked out of my room pissed but i was pisser, i slammed my room door and damn neared cried like a baby.
I hate having yelled at her because she doesn't deserve that, but i was pissed at the whole fucking world.
But what the fuck diaryboy, looking out my window right now i feel damn good about myself. Sure i've been fucking up but i don't deserve to be treated the way i have been treated by everyone including moms.
FUCK MARCUS and fuck moms too. These fucking people don't know who the fuck they are fucking with.
Fuck them all, fuck everyone, and fuck you too diary.
DINOBOY
