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Everyday i wake up in hope of some miraculous phone call from my school saying, we just don't have school today, all the teachers came down with mono. Everyday, when that call doesn't come i put on my ugly ass scottish kilt-style uniform, let the dogs out, and pack my lunch. Some days, when i feel i have no tolerance left for a school that dresses itself up in an alb, and calls itself a "catholic school", when in reality it is just a place for teenaged girls who lost their virginity in the 8th grade to stare at different boards all day filled wih words that they will never appreciate or understand, I tell my mother I'm not feeling well. I'm not a liar, I really don't ever feel "well." When I feel "well" I'll let you, and my mother both know. When i get home from "sluthell", I make sure i get all my homework done early. I want to get all work out the way before I fall into my pretend, and more suitable life. I get on the computer for way too many hours out of the day, it sickens me, it's an addiction, a habit, a pathetic way of life. Sundays I watch desperate housewives. Monday i watch gossip girl. Tuesday i watch 90120, privileged, fringe, and nip/tuck. Wednesday, as of right now, is my Television day of rest. I pick up on Thursday with Grey's Anatomy. Friday, i get to catch up on everything i missed and laugh at The Soup, and Chelsea Lately. You see, the technological world that we live in is my only escape of the lack of excitment in my own life. Some days i wish i had lived in the 40s, i just picture everyone with their red lipstick and high wasted skirts, before any decent technological advances, a time when some things remained shocking or taboo. In today's world, 13 year old mothers and fathers walking around, holding babies with heads as big as their own, is no longer a shocker. Everyday there is a new picture on the internet of some disney star's vagina. We have become so used to old horny men talking sexually to 12 year old boys on the internet, that we made a show to catch them, all for our own amusement. We live in a world where babies fuck. We live in one sick world. When we find just one moment of innocence in a day, just one spark of genuine happiness, we forget the pedophiles, and the fucking babies, and the media, and in this one moment we appreciate this world in which we live.