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| 12:36pm 11/03/2003 | |||
| I'm at school, and the sons of bitches are making me go to PE across the street. Oh woe is me. I feel like I'm going to puke all over them. | |||
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| 02:55pm 11/03/2003 | |||
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CHAS, I HATE YOU. XD And I DON'T look at hentai. That was TINA's picture. |
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| 06:47pm 11/03/2003 | |||
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If it's just puppy love, why does it hurt so much? And why does it feel like I'm going through a fucking loop in a rollercoaster? I really like him. Maybe even love him. I'm so stupid. |
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| 08:21pm 11/03/2003 | ||||
I woke up nearly barfing my brains out. -shivers just thinking about the dream she had- It's REALLY painful to talk about this, so you better be happy. Well, I took a test friday, and our substitute (really creepy-happy substitute) told us we could finish the test tuesday (no school monday) since it was so difficult. This is true. Now, in my dream, it was tuesday, and for some reason I was the only one retaking the test. I guess Kieran (math teacher) wasn't back from his "math retreat", so we had the sub again. The sub led me far away from the classroom in a little garden and gave the test. I said, "Hey, can you help me with this problem?" He says, "Sure, but first you gotta, you know..." Pointing. To. His. Crotch. (EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW) Normally, I wouldn't mind this kind of dream, but for fuck's sake, he's a TEACHER, and he's UGLY. So I look at him with tears in my eyes and hurry away back to school, panicking. And Zack (aww, so sweet) asks me what's wrong. I tell him in a wavery voice, surely scarred for life, and we peer around the corner to see him leaning against the wall with his head hanging; he knew he fucked up big time. And then I woke up. I seriously felt like crying or barfing, and I didn't eat or talk the whole morning. It took me a while to get over it. What a great way to start the day, huh? So, I get to school and head to math. Kieran's back (THANK FUCKING GOD) and looking slightly perturbed. I throw my stuff down and ask to finish the test. He says in his funny little Irish accent, "Your substitute misunderstood my instructions." The whole class started to panic; no one had actually tried to finish the test, knowing they had more time the next week. Kieran told us that he had left the substitute a note saying, "If anyone has an issue with time, tell them to come see me tuesday." The substitute misinterpreted it as a note saying there would be extra time to take the test. Stupid, stupid little horny bastard. I get to retake the fucking test friday. We had a substitute for spanish too. Carlos is going through chemo, so I wasn't really surprised to see a sub at least once in the year. Anyway, turns out the fucker made 11 pages of worksheets which we had to finish in half-an-hour. On to break. I have no money. I steal a churro and a diet coke with a label saying it's expired. My skull proceeds to munch on my brain and my temples as I drag through the rest of the day on the brink of vomiting. After school, mom shows up with a luke-warm mango slush and a nasty turkey sandwich. Apparently she forgot I don't eat meat. I know I have to go somewhere when she brings food. I got a call back for the Gateway commercial. Woot. I spend two hours in a waiting room with a hot guy who looks like Ashton Kutcher (only good part of the day besides seeing you-know-who, I hope you know who that is...). HI TRAVIS! I know you're reading this. =P Well, after that, I go home, and watch the Brave Little Toaster on Disney. I love my life. |
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