to hell with you!

The spicy chicken bowl was especially delicious today.

At first, I thought it wouldn’t be.

The sauce looked sparse.

But they’ve added this hint of sweet teriyaki in the mix, and I must say, it’s DEEEEEELICIOUS!!!

I also got a soda.

Dance with me! You know you want to!

*doing the Pepsi is amazing dance*

So I have secret things I want to write, but I have to wait until tomorrow.

I don’t want Baboo to read them before I say them. lol.

Well that just gives crap away doesn’t it!

In horrible news, I realized I had a voicemail on my phone as I was walking back to my desk from lunch.

It was sent this morning at 7, so I was on the train. I didn’t hear the chime go off when I reached a signal though.

Regardless, it was a counselor from the before school program.

yes, you may all groan.

Jonathon is at it again.

He seemed fine this morning, good even.

But I guess he had a bad attitude, got wild and crazy with everyone and ended up hitting someone.

I’m sure he’ll have some serious sob story about what happened.

But now I’m scared of him getting kicked out. I have to go talk to them tomorrow. I can hear it now "he can’t come here anymore"

fucking little shit!!!!!

My ONLY consolation is that my brother can probably walk him to school before he heads to the highschool.

But it might not work because my brothers school starts at 7:26 and I don’t think they open the gates to Jon’s school until after 7. It takes my brother like 25 minutes to get to his school.

do the math.

JESUS KILL ME.

I don’t know what to do with him or how to keep him in line. I’ve done all the stupid dumb shit the therapist told me to do and it obviously only works sometimes. Sometimes isn’t good enough. These schools have too many kids to deal with, so dealing with some shitty little brat isn’t on their agenda and they can’t tolerate it. I understand that.

I’m about to give up and just let him be a zombie kid on pills just so I can be relieved of this stress.

I can’t deal with this for the rest of the school year.

He got into an argument in the after school program yesterday, so I guess he’s getting comfortable and wants to cut up and be a little shit again.

Honestly, I think I’m just gonna ask for the meds next time we’re in therapy. It’s coming up in a few weeks here.

I can’t do this.

maybe being a zombie kid with no will of his own will make him realize what he’s in for if he wants to act that way.

I can take away all his games and television (he already has no toys because I threw them all away) and he just won’t care.

whatever.

blah.

this entry went to hell.

I’m following it!!!!!