in the aeroplane over the sea.there is this boy in my saturday school class who is the biggest phoney/poseur ever. i want to hit him in the face every time he talks. he can't bear to answer questions asked by lowlings other than his so-called friends. lowlings include the teacher. ugh.
today we had to read out poems, the ones we had to write for a homework assignment. everyfuckingbody wrote shitty emo poems about Love Hurts But Will Never End blah blah blah blasdkjfls;gkjdgljdkf. there was only one kid other than me who wrote about anything remotely different. gag. these poems are supposedly meaningful. listening to people recite them is like trying to swallow 5 pounds of syrup-drenched sugar cubes.
my mom was busy today at some Important School Board Meeting so my sister and I got rides off some parents picking up their kids from the saturday school. first, we got a ride from a nice woman from Langley to Marine Drive in vancouver. we got dropped off at a street, and then we got another ride from a different parent from around Marine Drive to our apartment.
all these parents who gave us rides were complete strangers. but i guess that doesn't really matter.
the man who drove us from Marine Drive to our house had two daughters, who were near my age. they were the nicest and the most genuine people i've ever met in MY ENTIRE LIFE, hands down. it was pretty bizarre that i felt that way, because i was in the car for about 15 minutes max., and talked about generic crap, like schools and living in canada, etc.
after we arrived in our house i felt a little sad. i think i miss my dad. ugggggghhhhhhh. sometimes i think it's too bad that i don't have a completely cliche, generic, play-in-the-yard-feed-the-dog-and-go-rollerblading childhood.
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who does have that kind of childhood?
i dunno, i was thinking of zach though when i wrote that.
LMFAO. ewwwwwwww, you were thinking of zach. Hrm, I have no idea what kind of childhood zach had, but it does seem like he would've had an envious one.
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