Yay! Yet another chapter! Just for anyone who's wondering, I substituted all the swear words for...other things because I really want to keep this rated T, k?
January 7th, 2033
Today I'm here stuck in my room for getting suspended yesterday at school for swearing at Rhiannon Meengurl. The only thing I can do is sit here. Or go on the computer but I don't really feel like it. All I can think about is Rhiannon and her b1(t#y-ness. God, I need a boyfriend. Or maybe I don't since all boyfriends really do is dump you. And make you feel worse than you did before he became your boyfriend.
I had a 'boyfriend' in seventh grade. But it was seventh grade so he wasn't really a boyfriend. The only thing I can remember about that relationship is him dumping me for some girly-girl chick. Screw him. Screw anyone who won't date a girl who'll only wear black and red. I don't think I really liked him anyway. He was too much of a goody-goody. Teacher's pet and all that crap. Well, I thought he was, until he dumped me.
Oh, now I remember who he dumped me for! Rhiannon Meengurl. She's even more of a b1t(# now that I remember she stole my boyfriend. I think I beat her up after school that day. Then I got suspended for a month. More surprises.
Rhiannon's had, like, fifteen boyfriends in the last fifteen months. First one was Stanley Gercwad, fifteen months ago. He dumped her when he found out she was cheating on him with Victor Weerdman who would become her second, fourteen months ago. She dumped him when she got bored with him and Terry Pimpelfase became her third, thirteen months ago. But she got sick of him and his ugliness and broke up with him. Then came Johnny Kiutegy a year ago. She dumped him when she found out he was cheating on her with none other than one of her former 'buddies'. I guess he was the smartest of all the boyfriends. Then, eleven years ago, was Gary Dumas. I have no idea how they split up. Then was Chris Haerie, ten months ago. She broke up with him because she said the growing facial hair was scratchy. The next were Richard Laziman, George Cissy, Henry Stuuped, Andy Anderson, Ben Badbreth, Tom Kairlesman, Timothy Peenuthed, Maurice Krazidood, and Weston Stuppedson.
Just so any nosy diary-reader who just can't possibly mind his/her own business, I keep close tabs on Rhiannon so I can get her suspended or even expelled one of these days.
I think I'll tie my sheets together, climb out the window and go to the mall.