Don't make me mad

While You're In A Desk I'm Laying Face Down Being Screamed At To Find My Center
3:57 p.m. -- 2004-03-02

Our computer went crazy so I'm currently at the library. I hate Fort Library. There's a bum jerking off to free internet porn next to me.

This is reason for next to nothing updates.

I suppose if I was a bum I'd take advantage of the free internet as well.

Moving on treatment has been a little of a joke but I figure the only way I'm getting the hell out is to get better. Wake me when it's over type deal. I could care less.

We sit in bean bags all fuckin day and knit scarves and then get harassed for an hour by the Yoga Nazi. (That's right Yoga Nazi).

This are the current people in DTU (Day Treatment Unit) in order of longest time to shortest:

Hilary- 13. Fiesty, difficult, is obsessed with Pretty In Pink, Sixteen Candles (anything to do with Molly Ringwald), and Rocky Horror Picture show. Reminds me of me at 13. She does things for the purpose of being difficult.

Stacy- (discharged last Thursday) 17. Ex-ballerina, ex-cheerleader. Short. Insanely, what is this girls uliterior motive nice. I didn't think it was possible for someone to be so fuckin nice. I was proved wrong however.

Brittany- 15. She likes Simple Plan. A lot. She puts on a ton of make for DTU. She never talks and when she does it's something along the lines of Simple Plan for bitching about how she thinks she's fat. No fucking shit you do, none of us would be here if we didn't.

Kim- (discharged last week) 17. Blonde. Short. Hot Pink Converse. Generally same music tastes. Laughs loud. Fun girl, I miss her.

Nicci- 14. Annoying. Bible-thumper. Talks about God, a lot. As in, she relates anything to God and all he's done for all of us. No one likes her.

Megan- 18. Seemingly perfect other than the fact that she is here. She's new. I like her enough.

The Staff

Jaodah- Main. She's a vivacious black woman with hair to her waist. I think she is gorgeous.

Jade- Main. She's lienant, laid-back and smiles a lot. Me and her had a conversation that made her spurt milk out her nose on naked role rats.

Jamie- Assistant. Good music taste. She commented on me Le Tigre shirt and on my CDs.

Rachele- Art Therapy. Dark hair. Wears bright red lipstick. Into a lot of spirtual stuff. Interguing lady.

Liz- Yoga Instructor aka Yoga Nazi. Scares me. A lot.

Craig- My therapist. He recognized Bettie Page on my ring. He's fucking bad ass.

Surprsingly I can manage tolerance to the group there.

Lately things have been confusing and I'm not one to get myself blanently in trouble, but lately I haven't cared. I go to school once a week and the one day I did last week I ended up screaming my head off at one of the deans.

That felt good. I've been going to at least two shows a week lately. And meeting the entire Vancouver scene. I like Vancouver people more than anyone at Central, with of course the exception of Thomas, seeing as he is the ONLY person I enjoy company with there. He is my best friend in the entire world and all.

So as of next year, instead of suffering through another year of hell confined in a Catholic school I have decided to transfer. Most likely to Vancouver School Of Arts. (VSA).

Possibly mid-semester. That is after I get out of the Yoga Nazi's rule.

don't / make me / mad