2003-09-02 - 9:22 p.m.
I hate that place. Everyone needs to die. Did quiddle have a bad day? YES. QUIDDLE HAD A WORSE THAN BAD DAY. QUIDDLE HAD A DAY WORSE THAN stepping in dog doo, then tripping on the way in the door, smelling like poo all day, forgetting your lunch, failing a history test, and having a popular girl dump some pudding on your head. It was, indeeed, worse than all these things AND how gross it feels to get crumbs up your nose! AUGH!
I think what I said to my friend online kind of sums it up:
me: i came home and cried my eyes out...i didn't even make it out of the school parking lot before the tears were flowing....and my mom was like...WHAT DO THEY DO TO YOU IN THAT PLACE????
friend: LOL..BUT SAADDDDD
friend: im sooooo sorrrryyy
AUGH! AND AGAIN, ONE MORE TIME...AUGH!
There is nothing else left to say about this pathetic day so I'm leaving...in a quiddle huff! NOTE THAT! I AM LEAVING IN A HUFF! RRAARRRHHH!
Goodnight diaryland, eat your turnips, don't eat the things that say "do not eat" and come in shoe boxes, and avoid snapping pez dispensers closed onto your lip because it will hurt reeeallll bad. yeah. bye.
