Wednesday, September 8
I had part of a bowl of pasta in school today. No drink. No breakfast. No thing else good to eat in that god (Jimmy Page) forbidden place.

So in history today, there was an exercise we had to do that we had to each get a marker from the back and walk around the room filling out a piece of paper on the wall (6 in all) answering the corresponding question on it. In the end everyone should have at least one answer on each paper. Well, one paper asked, "If you were going on a journey to the New World, what would you bring with you?" My so-called "honors" class were dipshitted enough to write "cell phone, tv, people" or some ass shit like that. I wrote, "JESUS."

I swear, they have no fucking sense of humor and whenever more "gifted" students came to that question paper, they started complaining. Of course, I had already sat my flat bony ass down on my excruciatingly painful metal and plastic seat and laughed at how full of shit they are.

Guess what sport I'm going to be playing in gym class for this quarter of a beloved dearing school year? DOG IMITATION LEAGUE. That's right, ultimate frisbee. What a dumb name. I doubt it's going to live up to its name. Highly doubt. But hey it's better than football, which is FAT MAN PORN IMITATION LEAGUE.

Lunch is improving. More time to talk about anal sex and garlic breath with Molly.

English was booooooooring. I kept moving in my seat. And since all the desks are touching each other front and back, I guessed I kept bothering the person behind me with all of my fidgeting. Well I can't help if the SATs are something that I couldn't give a Gwar fuck about and that I'd rather be giving head to Florence Henderson.


Christina N. @ 5:53 PM