[Now playing: "Satin In a Coffin" Modest Mouse]
today wasn't too bad. Just a boring week, so I haven't really made any attempt at an update. First period was history. Pretty easy. In science we went to the computer lab again. Mrs. Rakowski needs to go get pregnant again so Ms. Maricle can come back. For serioussss. I saw her on the way to the computer lab and begged her to come back. Haha. In english we watched the rest of the birds, then took a quiz on it. In health we took a test, then i went to sleep for about half an hour, then we walked around outside. after i raced back up to the english room to finish my essay because it wasn't done, then I went to the caferia and at some food. Mmm turkey wraps. Rockin.
negroid.
I was laughing like a moron alll of lunch about the stupid stuff that happened at the carnival... Like the black guy who asked mike a question that I didn't hear, and mike said "go ask that police officer.." and the guy goes "NAWWWW MAN I NEVAAA FUCK WITH THE POOOOO'LICE."
funny shit. then I went and did bad on a french quiz... and in computer apps we worked on our vacation power points. I wanted to go to south of the boarder by bus and use the rest of the money to buy sombreros, but mr. ricafort wouldnt let me.
Disneyworld it is.
So Kim and I are going to go see Matchbook Romance tonight at starland. Awesome. Armor for sleep is playing there tomorrow, but I doubt I could get my mom to bring me... Hmmm. Theresa... Come with me. :)
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