Blowing off Steam

Sometimes I think that people start their sentences with "sometimes I think" so that they have a few extra seconds to think of something intelligent to say.

All of these great moments always happen in my life, but when I want to write them down and put them in my book, I have to cut them because no one would believe them.

Today in Wellness, the chick that was there to basically tell us not to have sex kept looking at me like she'd heard something about me or something. She should have been staring at one of the students in my class that are actually sexually active.

I love cupcakes.

Jane won't talk to me. She has nothing to say. Everett's kind of boring, too. I can't wait until their date. They're not going to kiss, but on their second date they're going to go back to his place and fall asleep watching Fight Club.

I fucking love Fight Club. I still need to read the book.

I'm really exhausted.

The guy sitting next to me is dancing in his chair and singing "Don't Stop Believin'".

Sleep is for the weak.

I am the weak.

I really don't want to go to Chemistry tutoring.

I wish it was Friday.

That guy is still singing. Someone needs to tell him he's tonedeaf.

I'm afraid I'm going to get an STD from the school bathroom.

Chemistry was created by God as the worst form of punishment imaginable. I just wish I knew what I did to deserve it.

I. Need. Coffee.

Yesterday my uncle suggested I give the finger to the guidance staff.

He's still fucking singing.

I hate people.

Writers block. It sucks balls. Major balls.

Is this amusing anybody?

I didn't think so.

I'm getting off.

Peace.

-H