House arrest sucks, it sucks, it sucks, it sucks, it sucks, it sucks you dry of life!
I hate staying at home, I go nuts and get all monkeyish and I've been over the limit ever since the start of semester...since all of my classes ended up online somehow. With that, I'm also under house arrest and the surveillers revolve from their maxim magazines to an annoying stare torwards me. Every freaking time they would give me a wierd look and smirk, it annoys the crap out of me, I just wanna rip one of their maxim magazines up right after beating them with it. They also get up in a threatening manner when I just move a foot from my current position, WTH am I gonna do in a foot range of movement?! A Harry Potter?!
Who in the heck said they were allowed to eat my friggin snacks?! Why can't I punch my punching bag?! Why can't I lift weights?! Why am I running errands for these fudgers?!-in my own house?!
I have 3 "warnings" or whatever, I'm down to one. If I mess around on this last one I might get an extention or some sort of other alternative...
There are times when I'm very relaxed and quiet, other times when I'm hyper as heck and I'm tempted easily, very...I have a lot of sweetened peacon nuts and this bear has his mouth wide open while the other surveiller is gone somewhere. Basketball? Just kidding, I can't screw myself over again, ha...I just needed to vent alittle.
There.


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