2002-04-23 - 9:18 p.m.
geez... everything good in the world always ends up making enemies with my stomach. first it was the orange juice that burnt a hole in my stomach, so now i can't drink more than one cup a day. the milk i used to drink and then i grew lactose intollerant so screw that. and then the 180's, i think my tummy is growing to not like that too. and now, mountain dew is probably making me fat plus i can't stomach as much of it as i once could. god dammit... pretty soon i'll have to resort to drinking water 24/7.
and then that'll kill me from liver failure.
but, anyway...
in period 1, me and melissa had to track down this girl for the water park field trip that i'm not going on. so, anyway... we find out that she has E. Chung's class so we figure, "oh, polynesian music." so we go to the auditorium where his class is. knock on the door and no ones home, so hmph, maybe she's got PE in the gym, after all, it is right there. so we go to the gym, it's coach parilla's class and he tells us that chung's class is on the field. "god dammit... thats a long walk." and so we walk to the field, "what? the field's empty?" fuck... maybe the class rooms. check the class rooms under the bleachers. "aww shit, they're all locked, empty, or have an english class in it." check the pool. "what the fuck? it's coach al's class. WHAT the fuck? they're at the fucking tennis courts? you gotta be shitting us!" walk to the tennis courts across the way... "whoo! coach chung is there! what the fuck! she's not here?" GOD DAMMIT! walked clear across the school and onto another school only to find out the stupid fuck isn't in class.
fuckin' hell...
so we go back to class and lo and behold, 10 minutes before the end of class she walks in saying we were looking for her. oh my fucking lord. so now she can go when she was cutting class but hansen can't go because he was sick yesterday. the gods of irony are sick.
sick like mother fucks.
but, anyway. in period 2, we were reading monologues from hamlet and jevon and michael teamed up to say part of one. then all of a sudden, mike starts beat boxin' some fuckin' rapper's delight and jevon starts rappin' a hamlet soliloquy. holy shit! the whole class was bustin' out laughing and in awe. no one wanted to follow them so we made them do the whole thing. holy god, they're like... almost black.
yes!
and... i got a 61 on my vocab test whoo!
uh... in period 3, trevor was cussing out crystal. or at least he tried. he tried valiantly, but crystal would have none of it. even though trevor was jukein' and jivin', crystal countered everyone of his blows and threw another that connected. and the final right hook that hit trevor in the glass jaw was "fuck, what were you doing last week? you could've gotten this shit done if you weren't flirting with melissa every day." BOOM! trevor was down for the count. K.O. to Crystal. maybe we'll see a round two tomorrow? maybe not. trevor might still be bus' up from todays 'bout. oh well, at least he's still got all of his ear.
anyway...
whatta ya call it... grad committe meeting. ake was there and he was talking. oh mah gahd, i lost it completely. everytime he opened his mouth it felt like my brain wanted to explode. i walked out of the class room and i was like "ARGH! SHIT! FUCK! MAKE HIM SHUT UP!!!" yeah, erin said that i was getting real red in the face, and i swear i had my hands on my head like i wanted to tear out my hair like in the movies and comics where the guys run in terror with their hands on their heads. it was just like that i was pounding on the walls and what not. ugh... die or something and just leave me be! i told dudoit that i dont care if he goes to heaven and i go to hell or vice versa, as long as he doesn't go to the same place as me.
oh, and boss bought me a bubble drink today, so i was very pleased.
ahh, life is good once again now that ake isn't here to talk.
too bad he'll be in school tomorrow...
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