X Story by Ardin Resolute part 1 Livejournal of Lil_Miss_Courtney Monday, Oct. 5, 2004 Shit. I hate life. It's so fucking stupid sometimes. My teacher says I need to get a tutor for math. It's only October! I hate math. Fucking hate it. And then Ryan dumps me. Fuck him. I gave him a handjob and that's the shit I get. I hate my life. Saw Allison again. God she's beautiful. She had her hair up this time, sorta up, I dunno, she let it hang down a bit. It was hot. I loved her makeup, it went really well with her black hair. The dark purple thing drives me crazy. Maybe I'm lez. I dunno. I can't get enough of the guys though. Maybe I'm bi. Whatever. Ali's always so hot. I wish I was her. I don't know why she bothers visiting the school. She's prolly having loads of fun in Uni. And having loads blown in her. Hehehe. Okay, that joke sounded better in my head. Whatever. I hear she's doing some tutoring here. I wish I could get her as my tutor. I'd freak out tho. Fuck, I wouldn't know what to do. She's waayyyyyyy too cool for me. I heard she once took on the whole football team. I know people say that about a lot of people, but I think it's true. Me? I give a handjob in a movie theatre and then pretend I've done more online. I'm a fucking loser. Fuck. I hate how the phone always rings when I'm writing shit. I'll brb. Why do I bother with play-by-play on a blog? Nevermind. Phone. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. My teacher just called. Normally I'd be freaked, but... oh fuck it... ALI'S GONNA BE MY TUTOR!!! OH MY FUCKING GOD! I'm hyperventilating here... calm court, calm... deep breaths... I can't believe it! She's like my idol! I... Shit. She's gonna think I'm a loser. Fucking clinical depression. Maybe I should cancel. But, I have no reason to. EXCEPT THAT I'M GONNA BE TUTORED BY THE HOTTEST SLUT IN THE WORLD!!! Okay, that came out wrong. I don't know. Fuck it fuck it fuck it. I'm gonna crawl up and die. You know when you're so happy that you're afraid to be happy? I'm like that all the time. Especially now. LOSER. Argh. Okay, I can't think anymore. I can't type anymore either. I'm off for today. I still can't fucking believe it. I don't know what to do. Fuck. --- Author's Note: Okay, I confess. I wrote part 2 before I wrote part 1, so part 1 came out more cerebral than I had hoped. Anyways, tell me what you guys think I should do or if I should expand this journal entry or write back ones or what. This isn't one of my "author's perogative" stories, I'm open to all suggestions completely. Like it, hate it, maybe some suggestions or ideas or fantasies? Whatever. Hit me at a_resolute@yahoo.com with anything non-flamey. Thanks.xstory1