It continues to amaze me how immature some people act. We were playing Soccer in P.E. when Dusty Jones had the ball, before we know it, Trina Evans is down on her butt, because apparently Dusty “tripped” her, and Trina demanded an apology, but Dusty wouldn’t give it to her. Dusty’s exact words were:
“Welcome to Contact sports!”
That is right, because in soccer, that’s why they have a referee, to catch people tripping each other if at all possible, and it really made me mad, because Trina made a big deal about it, and was sitting there talking about Dusty, and Dusty finally told her to get away from her, and called her a bitch. What did Trina do? Told Mr. Hamilton, which pissed me off even more.
They sat there and made a freaking big deal out it, which who the hell cares? Its just a game, you know, Trina, I’m sorry we’re not as skinny or “well-liked” as you are, but I don’t give a damn, I think both Dusty and Trina were out of line. I kept telling them both just drop it, but neither of them would, so on the way back to change, they kept talking about each other, and Marie, was saying that she never liked Dusty.
What the hell? First you talk behind one of my friends’ back, then you decide to go talk behind another, BS! It really made me mad, because Marie sat there talking all this goddamn smack, about how she’s going to hit someone, and how she’s glad to have friends like Lynn (the person whom Marie talked about behind Lynn’s back) and myself, and then you go and dishing one of my other friends?
You fucking people need to get a life; I’m pretty much getting sick of Alison Green, Trina Evans, and “their” little group. I don’t care who the hell they think they are, but I couldn’t give a rats ass, I’m getting sick and tired of them crying and whining, they need to get a life. Even one of the popular people agreed with me, but then again, I’ve known Katie from since like Kindergarten.
Lynn saw a mouse on the soccer field, and Tommy stepped on it, trying to kill it, the jerk, but it didn’t die, I made Tommy get off of it.
Something happened last night too while I was at work. Ryan, my co-worker, whom I also go to school with (no classes together, only lunch), told the manager that I wasn’t getting carts, what the hell? How the hell would he know, I mean since he did get there an hour later than me? So I had to clean the bathrooms and take out the trash.
He kept offering to take out the trash, and I was telling him no that I could do it, I didn’t want this help anyway, god knows it’d only back fire into my face. All the little jerk had to do was ask if I could do carts for awhile, but I guess it was a little hard for that asshole to open this mouth to ask that, but not hard enough to tell the manger. I’m mad at everything.