My Virtual Book Of Rants That Will Most Likely Offend
Journal, diary, log, venting book, the documentaion of emotional diarrhea; whatever you want to call it, this is it. I am allowing you an exclusive peek into my mind. Though it will mostly be a lot of anger from and angry girl. Mmm, so inviting.
So read...or don't...do whatever you want...don't read it just cause I told you to. Make up your own minds. Oh dear, this isn't coming out right. Let's just say, "I hope you read this."
Writing Is Who I Am (Cheesy I Know, But Shut Yo’ Pie Holes).
AND THE PLOT THICKENS!
Indeed, I am pursuing the career of a full time high school dropout/stoner. Not really, donâ€™t get all motherly on my butt. I finally made the decision, after thirteen years of six hour days and ignorant teachers, that school isnâ€™t the place for me.
Now, as most of you can (hopefully) tell, I am definitely not an unintelligent person. I am in fact quite intelligent and just because Iâ€™m dropping out of high school, doesnâ€™t mean that Iâ€™m suddenly going to be some slack jawed hick and marry my cousin. Actually, I feel that leaving school and pursuing my dream of becoming a novelist is a lot more stimulating for my cranium than sitting in a classroom for an hour learning the deeper meaning within Shakespearian texts. I AM NOT GOING TO USE OLD ENGLISH IN THE REAL WORLD, ENTIRE ENGLISH FACULTY!
Anyway, this is foâ€™ shizzle, my nizzle the right decision for me and I am so excited to be able to focus all of my creative energy into my writing and not have to worry about exams or assignments or uniforms or stupid juniors. And donâ€™t worry; I will still be updating you with all my pet peeves and anger at the world. I wonâ€™t forget all you lovely people when Iâ€™m a bestselling author, swear mothers.
Peace & pout, betches.