Frosted Flakes, man.

They're fucking everywhere.

Muddafucka.

School started last Thursday. And I already don't like it. We had to do one of the damned all-school writes today. And of course, I couldn't stop writing for the whole fucking period and didn't finish until a few minutes before the bell rang. And of course, like all of my school essay thingamabobbers, it just turned into an attack on the present day media and politics. Seriously. Every fucking time. No wonder I always get points marked off for not staying on topic. Oh well. Nobody cares about that shit anyways.

Yeah...I'm wearing my Academy shirt. And I feel really special.

And I'm listening to "This Charming Man" and missing the T-Bone's class. Next semester damnit!

Ooh yeah, that reminds me. I got switched from some of my classes. I traded weight training for team sports, and now for fifth I'm in Spanish instead of draw/paint/design and theatre arts. Yeah. Spanish. I swore I would never do that. I think I'm going to go shoot myself now. But it was the only thing open for fifth period that wasn't an art class. And if I take anymore art classes the rest of high school I'll have too many credits for that and not enough for the others. So yeah. I'm in fucking Spanish. But at least I have Santana and not someone who pretends to know a language they can't speak. Pfft.

Hey quick question: does anyone ever read any bloggers? By anyone? Because I haven't seen too many people with notes or anything. Yeah well, I'm thirsty.


P.S. - I would go out tonight but I haven't got a stitch to wear, this man said "It's gruesome that someone so handsome should care."