im justina. and uhh,.. yea.

[jazzy says yarr]

im an angry teenage kid in a house with a despicable father.

im starting this blog off on a bad note.

i baracaded myself in my room with my organ[piano style], up against against a new door, minus a knob, that i didnt even fscking want in the fisrt place. to get it in place, he had to literaly, SAW MY DOORWAY OUT OF THE FSCKING HALLWAY

...he really irritates the fcuk out of me.

my life is crazy, insane, really odd, and i complain a lot.
also, i cant spell. dont complain; if it really bothers you just dont read it.
i use a lot of shrthnd, tho not as bad as that, and i often type like i talk.
i cures like a pirate, [because i am one, no joke.] but il try to that censor as much as humanly possible.
im justina, and this is my blog.

prepair for the worst;
then it wont seem so bad.  

[jazzy says yarr]

hahahaha, that first post has a lot of words out of place. its horribley riddles with gramatical errors.
& im just fine with that.

so yea, organ, door, baracaded in the room,...

the time here is currently quarter to 7 in the pm, & its pitch black out. it has bin for a few hours now.
tis winter, m'dears.

im staring out my window that has no curtains or a shade or anything.
where are they, you ask?
on my bed.
and bits of wondow frame all the fck over my floor.

4th day in a row my dad has done something to my room with out my consent, made a large mess, and not cleaned one bit of it.

ontop of everything else going on, i dont want to deal with him at all.

if i need to get out of my room, im going to climb out my window.
done and done.

you may also be woundering, "huh... why the eff do you have an organ in yor room....?"
well, dear reader, its not becuase i am rich, for i am faaaaaar far from it. nor, is it bcause my room is large and i can fit it.
it fits because its small, but my room is like, a 20ft by 6 foot rectangle. this organ, was passed down to me from my grandma[who isnt dead. ...yet], who didnt want it in her house upstate anymore.
[i live in long island, she lives in upstate newyork]

i play piano, rather well, [not conceided. people tell me i play beautifully. they might just be a** kissers, but my piano teacher is one of them. she tells you if you sound like crap XD] and g'ma was all, "hey... im giving you the organ."
& i was all, "...ohh, hell yes! thanks grandma =]"
so i got it last week.

uhh...

im tired from yelling.

laters, taters.
-justina  

[jazzy says yarr]

i am a failure at life.

il accept my f and sit in the back of the class where i was seated comfortably now, please.

il continue to sleep during lessons, looking through bleary eyes, missing the point, not listning intently or at all, daydreaming about what i want and what i have,
pictureing the end of the day or the next, trying to keep awake or intrested by reading what i want instead of what you want me to, drawing on my things instead of taking notes, staring straight ahead with a morbidly blank expression, hopeing you dont see through my obvious facade.

i am a failure at life.
& that might be all i aspire to.

[an original; im also a writer.]  

[jazzy says yarr]

school was bareable.
i didnt avoid anyone, i got many hugs, and a nice ego boost.

last year in piano 1, my piano teacher always loved to hear me play, because id pick things up the quickest and play splendidly. she'd give me fast paced, mostly 8th-note pieces to play because im good at them, and enjoy playing fast.

this year, iv been out a lot because im usualy sick[long story for another day], and havent had time to practise or formaly learn the songs.
so we get prelude in c major by hyden, and i take it home and practise it the first day we get it. really intense practise, until i know it.
i play by memory; i never look at the sheet music again after i learn the song.

so i play it today in class, and ms. kelly goes,
"yaaaaay! justinas back!"


bwahahaha, i love music.

i have physics to look at and not do now though, so iv gotta jet.

laters yo.
-justina  

[jazzy says yarr]

[says in a steriotypical homosexual tone of voice]

go-ing up thtayte fer chrith-mith

tee hee  

[jazzy says yarr]

new computahhh and skate board = my christmas!!

weeeee n.n
 

[cheekycab1]

I can comment,right?? pirate  

[jazzy says yarr]

lol yea.

and i havent slept in 3 days =D  

[jazzy says yarr]

i opend an art shop.

& i havent bin to 'school' since last monday.
we had midterms all week, and you were only supposed to go in for yor designated tests at the test time, so it wasnt really school.

ehh
 

[jazzy says yarr]

i love jazz.

& im nocturnal.

& i left my job bc of transportaional issues, i.e, it was 4 towns away from where i live, and unless someone could give me a ride there, i had no way of getting to work.
but, i had been there for 2 3/4 years, so my [ex]boss said shed gladly be one of my refrences for when i apply somewhere close to here;
..here being my house.
 

[jazzy says yarr]

the chysilis is breaking, and the super eagles wakeing


 

[jazzy says yarr]

heart attack!
on the grand floor!
heart attck
on the grand floor!
heart attack
on the grand floor!
aquaman! is the man tryin'ah step in
 

[jazzy says yarr]

give em hell kid - my chemical romance.

iv bin listning to this song all week, and i always dance


ahh O:
 

[jazzy says yarr]

i died my entire head purple.


& by head, i mean hair upon
 

[jazzy says yarr]

happah eastahh