My Spring Break was fairly boring and uneventful … that’s not to say that nothing happened, but just nothing like a vacation or anything “Spring Break-ish.” … you know …
I hope the rest of you had a wonderful Spring Break!
I don’t have a whole lot to say right now actually … except for this:
1 Month & 3 Days until me and Julie’s ONE YEAR anniversary!!!
WOO HOO! 
Adios yall,
-joshua
Nobody cares.
I don’t even care anymore.
In fact, I’m beginning to believe that I actually deserve it … everything.
I found out today that I have to take exams for ALL of my classes, APs included. That means I have six exams to worry about now … plus the three AP tests. Can you say SHIT?
I’m so angry right now.
It all just seems so amazing. If I had been Davin, and had known how everything would have worked out … I probably would have done it too. I mean, why not? If the racist principal in on your side, then sure, GO FOR IT. As a Junior, three days suspension is just vacation; he’d have to take all of his exams regardless. But for me, any day of suspension or absense could mean I have to take my non-AP exams. But today, today I found out that I not only have to take the regular exams (3), I have to take AP exams as well (3 more). HOW THE FUCK DOES THAT WORK?
9 tests.
ZERO fairness.
I’m writing some really nasty letters over Spring Break. Right now I’m not so sure what they’ll say. I know I’ll include something like “In my mind Davin got off scot-free, and the administration backs that up all the way. Obviously punishing the person that gets faught instead of the one doing the fighting makes perfect sense. Because of that apparent fact, I’m afraid to even come near anyone in the hallways now. This situation shows any jerk out there that there is little to no punishment involved in knocking someone out; in fact, the person you beat the shit out of will be punished more that you will! The administration has failed to make me feel safe at school. I mean seriously, why wouldn’t he do it all over again?”
SHIT
I think I could blowup … and no one would notice … in fact, I think some people would be grateful. Way to go guys, you really did your job. I hope this makes everyone happy.
I need help. I see no reason to continue my life at a school that doesn’t give a damn about its honest, trustworthy, Christian students. But to all those in a gang, go to MLK … the administration approves.
I need someone to pray for me, because it’s obvious that my own prayers just seem to make everything worse. And Lord knows that talking to someone else about a recent occurnce is just wrong, I should just accept everything as it comes … never question authority … and never question life. I should just give up entirely.
You know what?
I will … I give up. Anything and everything. What’s the purpose? What’s the reason? continuing on this path will get me no where … in fact, trying to do and be good is deadly (literally).
I give up.
I become bored the longer I sit here, just waiting. For what you ask? Well … for my b-e-a-utiful Julie! (duh) I came over to her house today after school today, but she had dance at 6pm … so I thought that I’d just wait for her to get back home … because I definitely didn’t get to spend enough time with her, and she’ll be at dance tomorrow as well ☹
To pass the time, I went to Sonic and got me one of those chicken toaster sandwiches and a M&M blast. They were yummy. I’m kind of glad that I brought my PowerBook to school today (for engineering) … because otherwise, I would be overly bored out of my mind right now. I’ve been sitting in my car for the past two hours! She said that it would end at about 7 or 7:30 … on both accounts she was wrong ☹
I miss my Julie!
So yesterday on the way home from school I was just driving on the interstate, minding my business … and then I saw something fly by my window and bang into my door. I was like “what the crap!?!” Then after a few seconds of trying to figure out what exactly it was that hit my door, I figured it out. As I looked over in my side mirror to see if I could tell if there was any marks on my door … I realized that IT WASN’T THERE ANYMORE! I thought that I was going crazy for a second. I did one of those double-take thingies … I’m not exactly sure what I’m going to be able to do about it. Of course I need a new mirror, but how does one get a new one (without paying an arm and a leg)? Can I just glue it on? Cuz I know that there weren’t any screws going through it …
Weird.
I’m not sure how much longer my butt can take the sitting and waiting. I kinda want to go home, but then at the same time I’d much rather be here instead (even though Julie isn’t here). I know that she’ll get sad if I leave, but I don’t know much longer I can stay with or without her. Poo.
I think the preliminaries for the assault case begin tomorrow. That should be interesting. And I’ve recently found out that I will, in fact, have to go on the stand and do all that crap. My dad and the D.A. said that I really shouldn’t have to (about 2 weeks ago). This whole thing continually makes me insanely MAD! It feels like I’m getting punished much more than he is, when he left without any pain (emotional, physical, mental, etc.). How is this fair? Oh wait, that’s right … IT’S NOT!
I hope that something will be accomplished tomorrow … in my mind, accomplishing anything just means that people don’t harp on the fact that I touched his backpack (because obviously that calls for an insane reaction and blood). Will justice ever be achieved in my mind? I doubt it. The only way I think I’ll be happy (as happy as I can get) is for me to be able to be exempt from my exams. I’m really not supposed to be talking about that, but at this point I don’t see how it can hurt anything … especially when they have no intentions on actually helping me out in that situation. All they said was, “just keep doing what you’re doing, Josh.” (referring to my grades and attendance). My only response to that was, “Why?” Obviously it doesn’t make a difference at this point, now does it?
Well I’m getting tired of typing, and I think that I’m about to call Julie and leave her a message apologizing for leaving … but it’s 8:07pm … and I need to get home …
Adios all,
-Josh
Okay … so I told myself that I wouldn’t post about the event that occured Wednesday, February 22, 2006 … but I thought that some people (aka the only one’s that actually read this … which isn’t many) might want to see some pictures taken at the E.R.
Some things that you have to take into account before looking at these:
-It had been about 3-4 hours after the event happened
-I had had ice on both my forehead and shoulder for at least an hour right after it happened
-some iodine and whatnot was applied to the cuts not too long after it had happened
With that being said … here is what they look like …
on this one you can see where they applied the stitches/glue stuff (the huge cut that bled for EVER!).
this one also shows the bad cut and you can start to see the bruises/knots that seem to form the shape of knuckles on my forehead.
this picture shows the ugly bruises that i got from where he was holding me so hard, while beating the living day-lights out of me. Right after the incident they looked like blood instead of bruises.
and that’s all I’m going to blog about this event (for multiple reasons)
-joshie boy
