I drew this for me and my "gurlfran". We're the original staches at our school. Aha.
First off, I'd like to write one thing: I'm a super lazy asshole! Well, today started off at 6am, like every morning. My bedsheets don't get messed up anymore now that I've been more relaxed. Probably because they're super warm and I don't have to struggle in the middle of sleep in order to get blankets on top of me. It's weird how this house doesn't have a heater or something like that. We all know (insert location here.) is fucking cold no matter what. Just imagine, I used to take Polynesian at 7pm-9pm every Tuesday in a skirt with the doors and windows wide open. The center we danced at was near the beach too.
Today was a block schedule, so we started at 8am this morning. I got there about a half an hour earlier than I was supposed to be, so I went to my second period class and just sat there. Three other people were there before me. Aha. One was doing some late lab conclusion and studying dihybrid crosses, another was listening to music with some kick-ass SkullCandy headphones and sleeping, and the other was sitting quietly at his desk. My teacher was listening to some light rock on the radio, so that I didn't disturb her with my annoying squeak of a voice, I put in my earphones and turned up the music. I believe I was listening to the bands Burden Of The Day and Underoath. Well, that was all I had time for.
During class, we had to write an example for Dihybrid crosses. Of course, I was chosen to go up for our group and explain the works. And obviously I wasn't listening to the group plan, so I made everything up as I presented. Luckily, I learned about crosses in seventh grade. Thank the hawk! Aha. I don't get why we need to have "pod groups". This is where people at certain tables are grouped together and get participation points for answering and explaining given questions. I'm just glad our table always gets chosen, even if I'm the one who has to present. So far, our table has the most points; A+ on every presentation.
I should be doing my French homework, Myth, and UC Santa Barbra projects right now..
During lunch, I felt depressed and wanted to cry. I don't know why though. I always have that feeling like I'm going to burst into tears and lay on the ground screaming, but I always hold it in and push people away. Didn't even let my love kiss me or speak to anyone for that matter. If the question was important, I'd nod with a painted smile. Sometimes my friends say I space out and look like I'm on the verge of crying, even when I don't mean to. After recovering from it all, I'm "super happy sunshine girl". I'm just happy I can even recover. Sometimes I hear from the most joyful people I've ever met and they tell me: "I'm depressed.." It actually hurts to hear a friend say that when they know I can't do shit to help them. I feel bad about it. But, yeah. That's life for you.
Sixth period block; I clutched onto my boyfriend's hand and he sighed: "I don't want to go to class." I didn't feel like it today either, so we asked "gurlfran" if she wanted to skip sixth today. She said no because her sister would kick the shit out of her, plus she had a drama scene to do. Once she got into class, we took a turn out the side exit and walked down the hill. "Oh, shit. I think I should take off this sweatshirt. It has the name of our school on it.." And thus, he stuffed his sweatshirt into his backpack. I just wanted to get off the same street as our school before the councilers came around in a police car. Yes, they take rides from the police since the station is just a block down from our school and they patrol the lunch areas.
We basically walked as fast as we could down the block. So funny. When we got two blocks down, we saw one of my boyfriend's classmates. He looked stoned..most likely he was. He came out of a house with two other guys and they had trouble walking straight and speaking. Aha. So many students at my school do drugs. I might be one of them, but that's a secret. I remember saying this to somebody before:
"I want to try some of (insert person's name here.)'s weed."
"Aha, yeah, but be careful, it burns your throat."
"I'm aware of that."
"Wait...you're serious?!"
"What, you thought I was kidding?"
But I was damned serious. Gosh. I've been in my uncles room and it's covered in ashes. Literally, it's everywhere! Even on top of his clothing. I've basically suffered from secondhand smoke as a child.
Well, we had about an hour and a half to do whatever until my friend got out of school. We spent that that time walking in the park. My boyfriend thinks I'm trying to get him hit by a car. It's because every time we try to cross the street, I run while pulling him with me and he isn't paying attention. Apparently some people don't know when to stop at a stop sign. Dumbasses. Almost freakin' killed us today! Jesus. Some people should just go back to drivers school.
When we got down to one of the busiest streets in our city, I tried jwalking(running) as fast as I could while holding onto him. I grabbed his chest area and dragged him over while he screamed like a little girl. Yeah, this is why I love him so much. Aha. Actually, he does that quite often. I find it..cute? I don't know. I saw a squirrel and it was hiding behind a tree and he didn't see it, I said "SQUIRREL!" and he looks behind the tree, screams like a little girl again, then ran the opposite direction. I think people stared at him. I laughed though. I'm scared of furry animals too, but I don't know why I didn't run. I remembered we sat down on a park bench for a few minutes and some creepy man was watching us from his car. I was too freaked out to stick around, so I dragged him again.
It started raining and it was just about time for our school to get out. 1:30pm. So, we headed over to a Pho place. My, god. I'm such a fatass. I compared my butt to my boyfriends, and mine was huge. I want some freakin' surgery and get my fat sucked out! Yeah, seriously, but I'll never do anything to my face or chest..Ew, disgusting.
Well, after my friend got back from school, we went off to her house to watch The Hangover. She only showed us the funny parts. I need to watch the whole thing. It was so funny, but my parents hate watching rated R movies since they can basically do / show anything. In the middle of the movie, I needed to pee. The two made fun of me because one time I ran three blocks just to go to my friends house just to pee. She wasn't even home yet. Everybody asked why I was only able to run fast when I needed to pee, but not during gym when I really need to run for class.
I might write later if I get done with my homework on time.
This entry ended with this sentence and electric cellos.
