Damn, I wish I had money. So I could get this.
And this.
That's Scott Weiland's ass if you don't know the difference between sex and Barry Manilow.
A guy with sexy dark hair waved to me and I think he meant to say hi, in a passing car yesterday while I was walking home. I'm not sure who it was. Sometimes I wish I had the power to make cars break down and run over more deer. And I think he smiled at me or something when I was going down the stairs and he was going up the stairs. Same guy? Maybe.
I just found a black lacy thong in the laundry. I don't want to know whose it is. If it's my dad's, then I seriously don't know what I would do.
But in conclusion, this whole week was absolutely horrible. Our first full week of school. I couldn't take it. Today started off pretty okay, because in french I was minding my own fucking business and writing a letter to Shaina while the retarded class who thinks French 2 With Miss Lyons is fun and presented their god awfully boring and pointless presentations about shit that is so important to me as Michael Bolton growing another yarn of hair on his balding head.
In history the teacher brought in munchkins for us. You know, I love those with a Jimmy Page passion and occasionally when I have the chance, eat an entire box in less than 20 minutes. But no, those fucking asshole hydrant humpers never passed either of the 2 fucking boxes to the fucker who sits in the corner whose stomach is growling like Ricki Lake in child labor. It was only passed to me once and I got 5. Not even fucking close to my expectancy. I'd like to drop that class, but the teacher is awesome and I wouldn't get to talk to Maria. My only decency in that class.
She was absent today, probably because of her ISS, didn't want to go to that added to presenting, and therefore we didn't have to present our boring ass thing on colonial houses. She makes me happy. I knew she did it on purpose. I really owe her one. Sometimes when I'm walking to school in the morning and see a cop car driving by, I think about smashing one of its windows just to get arrested and not present a project that day. I probably really would do something like that, but my parents would literally hang me upside down in the basement for 3 days and after that throwing a bucket of acid and ammonia on my face.
Gym is so utterly pathetic. I sat on the floor sticking my legs and arms up in the air, walked 2 laps around the track, and then walked back and forth on the field because I don't know what the fuck goes on in ultimate frisbee and I couldn't even give a fuck. Haha Velvet Revolver lyric again. Whenever my team runs to one side, I leisurely stroll with them to that side. Whenever they move the other way, I leisurely move my legs with them to that side. My pants were about to fall down, because we had to wear those ugly pinnies which I like to call red nets that they catch whales with, not wear them, but tuck them in our pants so that most of the whale net hangs out. But you see, I don't have 10 pounds worth of pork fat in love handles on each side like everyone else does so there's no layers of fat for the whale net to be stuck in between on, except a very flat ass. It's barely like a bump on a log. More like a ripple.
Christina N. @ 6:52 PM
