it's half past lazy. the air is heavey with lysol. ew. i mean it's louded like a gun. i stayed after for french today. i overheard my teacher get in a fight with a man about kids dropping out of french. she was pissed. i distracted myself with the arts she had laying on the desk. i think i have inspiration by a woman standing in the tall grass, wearing a hat that hung at the sides, and her hair blowing perfectly in the wind. i'm choking on lysol and the shift key doesn't work.
the monster left. now it's peaceful. i should really be doing my homework. i'll just procrastinate a little longer. anyways, i caught the late bus and started to read christopher moore's lamb. i noticed the boy who sits behind me, helped me with one of my earth science lab. i got 100 on it. and the girl who said i was her better half last year...hasn't talked to me this year. but is determine to give me dirty looks. as if she ever called moi. i mean a friendship isn't a one person job. i'm actually frowning as i'm writing this, because i never meant for it to be like that. it sucks, even thou she was something to handle, but she's really funny.
i'm stupid for not knowing the streets.
i got home and want to the ymca. i did a mile and was on my sixth lap for doing 2miles. when this girl, i played soccer with, came up to run and yea. i didn't like soccer this year, lets just say that. then, i want to the machine room where i did the step up machine. i have no fucking clue the name actually. after using it, i was reminded why i didn't like using the machines. after you use them and walk after your legs feel weird. that's why i am sticking to the track above the basketball gym.
ooooh. i saw this kid, i reallly really hate. i don't even know his name...i just know i can't stand him and he gets me in a bad mood. ugh. all i know is that he is the asshole of the year and trust me...it's pretty hard to beat him.
i'm going to stop. i'm going to go upstairs and do my fucking homework...because some idiot had to go and invent a fucking school.
you horndog.
