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Sep. 29th, 2008 09:54 pmI got suspended today. Some stupid skanks wouldn't leave me alone. They were bothering me about my arms and they kept going on and on about them.
( I don't think they're that bad anymore...they used to be worse... )
But either way, they wouldn't let it go. And then they called Aislinn a crackbaby! Bitches. Bitches with bad hair. And one of their boyfriends showed up and he called me names too, and apparently I was too witty for them, because he attacked me. I broke his nose (completely on accident, I've never broken a nose before!) trying to defend myself and I get suspended. Apparently the principal told Dad he should talk to me about my condition.
My condition!!
For fuck's sake. Dad called them cunts. It was funny. He stuck up for me in every single way. He's incredible. It didn't change anything, but that's not his fauly. So now I have a week off of school and I have to accept fail grades for it and my fucking face hurts. He got me in the ribs too, but it's not so bad. Still. Argh, fucking stupid skankwhore bitches.
( I don't think they're that bad anymore...they used to be worse... )
But either way, they wouldn't let it go. And then they called Aislinn a crackbaby! Bitches. Bitches with bad hair. And one of their boyfriends showed up and he called me names too, and apparently I was too witty for them, because he attacked me. I broke his nose (completely on accident, I've never broken a nose before!) trying to defend myself and I get suspended. Apparently the principal told Dad he should talk to me about my condition.
My condition!!
For fuck's sake. Dad called them cunts. It was funny. He stuck up for me in every single way. He's incredible. It didn't change anything, but that's not his fauly. So now I have a week off of school and I have to accept fail grades for it and my fucking face hurts. He got me in the ribs too, but it's not so bad. Still. Argh, fucking stupid skankwhore bitches.
