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| i2esol: If you eat a shoe, and you haven't got a clue. What do you do?
Blaine: You take a poo in hopes it goes through | | |
| You accuse everyone around you,
you slam your fist and hate them,
you mark them as the enemy,
you never see me,
you never see your reflection.
I am the true you,
I am what you want to be,
I am happiness,
I am death.
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| Today's been a hectic week. Aside from the little to no sleep from
medication my parents gave me thats been sticking to my stomach and
eating away the acid lining and the lack of good grades in any class, I
couldnt be dandier. I mean I can't complain about the fact I've fallen
in love with Jessica, and the fact that the fire alarm being set off,
allowing us to eat lunch outside for an extra fourty-five
minutes, was pretty thumbs up, in my book.
Previously this week, I dont really remember much
about this week, but I guess I can think of something interesting
that's reasonable. Sunday, practically that day I did homework and
reminesced over Saturday night. Spent some time on the phone with Jes,
as usual. I had a call from Danielle, the other night. She started off
being all hyper and then fell into depression and started screaming at
me, for reasons unnanounced.
Monday, I had to wake up around seven-ish. This isnt
so bad, considering I have vitality of a young 'youth' and the body of
one too. So, I had to make up some stuff with my Chemistry teacher,
although he hasnt put those grades in and my dad is stressing out
saying I hadn't remade it.
Mr. Roberts is a good man, he teaches the
old-fashioned way; Roberts will always teach on the board, ask if we
understand it and then go through the steps on how he came up with it.
I mean, if you pay attention in his class you can actually understand
what's going on. Aside from teaching, Mr. Roberts talks as though he's
an ex-drugg addict. This way of action is highly amusing when it comes
to him singing along to 'My Girl' by a band I cannot recall.
Anyway, back to the subject of the week.
Around Tuesday, I had to wake up early again, for unknown reasons. I
think that day went by well, except Mackz (Max) wasn't there and I had
to get a ride with Caitlynn, who doesn't seem to like me but is nice
enough to give the needy a little push into traffic. I met up with her
in Psychology club which is a really awesome class that actually keeps
me amused, somewhat. Its with Mr. Thompson, in room 1608, this is the
same guy who hosts Anime Club so he knows me well.
Today, Wednesday, wasn't so bad except the fact that
I had fallen asleep around three from swallowing a pill that stuck to
my stomach, eating the inner lining. My dad had woken me up once
before, but I dont remember it. So basically, I woke up to the
screaming bleeps of my alarm clock at 7:20. After the normal routine of
gathering everything together and going downstairs, I made a
questionairre for my dad about not waking me up. He basically looked at
me and said, "I woke you up. You just went back to sleep." And thus the
day started. Being woken up abrubtly on little sleep can have some
harmful effects on your outlook on everyone, otherwise known as turning
you into a total and utter bitch. But, I seemed to cheer up after Jes
got there and I recieved my daily hugs and exchange of flirtations. I
proceeded onto Coury's class. Couch Coury's class is amusing, because
I've finished every project for the next month and he has nothing for
me to do except sort his track equipment in the backroom. We, Coury and
I, had a long discussion on religious matters. He then gave up and went
back to his 'work' which seems to have to do with sitting at a laptop
looking at pictures of his wife's friend's child. Around second period,
I was slightly awake and alive. Meeting Jes between classes to have her
walk with me to Bos's Lit class.
Bos is the teacher mom every student wishes they
had. She'll sit there and go 'okay sweety' and 'thank you so much' and
compliment you on the dullest of nothing things, but make it seem like
it's not so blank, y'know?
When I got to Bos's class I sat in my seat and
exchanged the morning routine of guarding my Coke from Stephanie and
Bobby, but willingly distributing the caffeine goodness to them if they
asked nicely (^_^). After the bell had rung we started turning in
homework and reviewed over things. Then we started up reading Act III
in the Crucible, a very good book. She was 'sick' and I made the
comment of the sippable soups having enough Sodium in it to melt a
slug. Then continued to make grotesque remarks on how my cat loves to
attack snails and rip them to pieces. After a few more remarks, we got
on the subject of Alsheimers. I made the comment that alimunum in
Anti-persperant will cause alsheimers. She made the comment of, "I dont
have to worry about not getting it, because it runs in my family. We
always forget things." Yeah, I made a comment of her just getting old
and alsheimers creeping up on her. Bad move, very bad. She leaned over
and said, "Dont ever say that again." Sliding a stupid smile across my
face, I nodded and went back to listening to the lecture of the hour.
After second came third period, but there was this teacher standing in
the hall screaming, "My hall! Go away! Stay out!" So I went straight to
lunch and got my food. Not a minute after me getting the mustardy
goodness on my sammich, the fire alarm blared its ugly high-pitch
screech. So, we all walked outside and sat in the grass staring back at
the school singing, "The roof is on fire," but to no avail. About
twenty minutes pass and we went back in. Third period with Pavlicek,
was shorter, but just as boring. I dont like talking about third,
because its so dull. So, we'll just skip to fourth. Fourth is Roberts.
If you dont remember Mr. Roberts review page... one I believe of this
journal entry. (*scrolls around* A bit long for a normal entry,
mayhaps.) We sat there and reviewed our text and such. I reread Jes's
note over, and over. I realize that flirting with straight guys seems
to make others lose all respect in you. Especially, when the asian kid
in the class is staring at you and you wave. He just turns around and
taps the girl behind him and points to you. The girl blinks and looks
at you confusedly. Then, walking over to him shaking his hand and
getting his name. Yeah, not a good idea. Julia's still a bitch in my
book, and knowing my luck she'll read this. She needs to learn: I dont
do everything for attention. If I did I'd have put sticky notes in my
hair in my sophemore year and walked into the Cafeteria. (^_^) Fourth
period is the last class of the day. I spent the time by standing by
The Tree, as its known, and waited on people. Mackz (Max) came first
and we talked, then Jake stopped by to see if he was able to get a ride
with Mackz (Max). They walked off to Mackz's (Max's) car when Riley
showed up. Jes and I walked hand-in-hand, with a few others following,
to anime club. Anime club started off slow, but slowly grew as people
came and went. After a half-hour Jes and I decided to get food from the
vending machines. We walked off and others followed, yet again. We met
up with Ian in the parking lot and went back to Anime club, after a
while. We, Jes and I, walked in first shutting the door behind us, and
took our seats. Then Ian walked in and the entire body-mass of the room
shifted to the door to hug and greet the foreign North Forsyth
school-kid, Ian. Anime Club ended around 5:00-ish and a bunch of us
wandered around. Jes and I stayed close by until she had to leave
around 6:00. Then Carrie, Ian's girlfriend, came up and we all greeted
her. After everyone had left, we, Carrie, Ian, and I, went to
McDonalds, ew, and had a bite to eat. Seeing as how I was the only one
with the money to buy food, but I was kind enough to buy them food as
well. We ate and we went back to school to get Ians car. We pulled into
the parking lot and sat in Carrie's car for a bit. I fell asleep in the
back of her car and that gave Ian the opportunity to make-out with
Carrie. About thirty minutes later, I woke up abrubtly and walked
outside, layed on the ground, and fell asleep. After waking up, I
screwed around for an hour until Ian decided to leave and came home.
Thus ending the day. (*whipes sweat* I hate journals)
Moral of this true story, live life to the ma, do
well in school, party like a bitch, keep up with friends, and stay away
from lepors.
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