|
[17 May 2004|07:26pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 enraged |
] |
Rosie came home through the side door, slamming it shut behind her. Her brother looked up, startled, as he sat picking at some salad at the dinner table. She sneered and ran past him, upstairs to her room. Once she got there, she flung herself onto her bed and lay there sobbing. Finally, she decided to get up and sign onto her LiveJournal. At least it understood her.
+ + + + +
I hate my friends. Hate them, hate them, hate them. Totally and fully HATE THEM. They bagged me out completely - in front of everyone. I HATE them!!
So here's the story. Got to school, everything was normal basically. Then everyone started, like, whispering and looking at me. I thought that was kinda weird, but I figured I was just imagining it. Later, at lunch time, the biggest gossip queen in the whole grade came up to me, and was all "Oh my God!"
I was like, what? And she said "I heard you've had sex." Just like that. I was total like WHAT?! You have to understand. All the girls at our school are prude- like, never gone past 3rd base. So this is a HUGE deal. And I would probably be, like, proud if I'd had been the first one.
If it were freaking TRUE!! So, to make a long story short- my best friends construed my words (My old boyfriend and I met up last night and slept together. As in, HE SLEPT IN MY BED. We're freaking FRIENDS.) I told my friends we slept together, and I explained I meant it in a he-sleeping-in-my-bed-no-intercourse way. And they tell the WHOLE SCHOOL!
So, yeah. I'm Slutty McSlut now. I HATE MY FRIENDS. Why do they turn something so stupid into someone so.... mean and stupid?
Whatever. Screw 'em all.
+ + + + +
Rosie let out a breath. It felt good to express her feelings - get them out, raw. She pressed Update Journal and went back to her bed for a nice good cry.
|
|
|
[16 May 2004|03:59pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 flirty |
] |
Rooosie Waterson here.
Just got back from the ocean! Yay! We left around 6 this morning so we could get a good and early start. My older brother (Sam) took me and my friend Carly. And OH MY GOD.
We met the HOTTEST guy ALIVE. And this you won't believe - he talked to me! He tal ked to me! How unbelievable is that?! Here is a word by word record of the conversation while it's still fresh in my mind:
( The ConvoCollapse )
Okay, at LEAST he talked to me. Hahah. But he was still hot.
|
|
|
[15 May 2004|10:51pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 tired |
] |
Rosie again.
Slept at my friend Nat's house and we watched all of her DVD's - I swear, that's all we EVER do. Watch DVD's. I really need to get some, like, actual friends who I do stuff with, rather than watch DVD's. Yughh.
Soccer game all day today- they totally creamed us. Now we're lost 3, won 9. If we wanna win the championships, we better shape up and fast!!
Don't feel like writing. I feel like sleeping. Gonna go eat some spaghetti for dinner (yeah, I know- it's a little late for dinner) and then I'm going to bed. 'Night.
|
|
|
[14 May 2004|04:02pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
bitchy |
] |
Rosie leaped into her room, threw her backpack on her bed, and slid into her office chair. She wanted to update her LiveJournal again. She loved it!
+ + + + +
It's Ro, Yo.
Just got back from school. YOU WANNA HEAR WHAT I HATE? I'll telling you anyway:
Freaking popular stuck-up slutty rich bitches. All that and a bag of potato chips - pshhht. As in, they can walk all over me because I like soccer (not prissy enough for them), I'm not rich (and that's a shame, because not I can't try to BUY friends.)
UGHHH!!!!! Sorry. I ranted. LATER.
+ + + + +
Rosie pressed Update Journal, then went downstairs to get a snack.
"Hey, Sam," she said hollowly as she passed her older brother eating chips in the living room. "Anything new?" A grunt in response she considered meant everything was juuust fine.
She sat down at the dining table and took a bite out of big, juicy apple.
|
|
|
[13 May 2004|01:14pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 pleased |
] |
Rosie sat slumped on her bed, eating corn chips, a green mask plastered over her face. She reached for the remote and turned it to MTV. Seeing only oldies songs, she switched it off and headed over to her computer.
She loved reading others' journals online, so she pulled up LiveJournal and began to search for people she knew. Miraculously, she found her old friend from soccer camp, Bee Vreeland. Rosie felt the urge the start her own LiveJournal, so she signed up and joined Bee's community. She then started to type..
+ + + + +
Hey, this is Rosie Waterson. I'm seventeen years old and I'm a junior. I live in the Sacramento area - Citrus Heights, to be exact.
I decided to get a journal because my friend from soccer camp a few years back - Bridget Vreeland - was raving about hers. So, hey, why not? I also joined her message board. It will be nice to get in touch with her, we don't talk very often.
SOCCER. Ahhhh, I luuuuurve soccer. It's exhilirating to be on the field. But I'm still a beginner - I got started late. I practice a whole lot, but it's definetely worth it. Oh, yeah - and I recently took up surfing. But it's a while down to the beach, so I don't do it very often. But it's awesome regardless.
I'm out - gotta take off this damn face mask. It itches.
+ + + + +
Rosie pressed Update Journal, and satisfied, went to the bathroom to wash off her mask.
|
|
| navigation |
| [ |
viewing |
| |
most recent entries |
] |
|
|
|
|
__calirosie