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I think it's kinda weird how I haven't said 'sir' in a while. In over a month, I think. Oh, well. I don't know what tomorrow's schedule is. It might be a B or an A day. I've got a good chance of going to the right classes if I ask someone. The Clash is a pretty well-constructed band. I like them in every aspect, except for the accents. Accents get on my nerves a lot, even though I think foreign music is a lot better than music in the U.S. I learned a new phrase yesterday. 'Being South American' means being bossy and in control, according to some teacher at school. I don't know what it is, but I don't really care about what's going on in anyone else's lives, so I won't mind if no one reads this LJ entry. I found myself just kinda stopping right in the middle of Candace's latest entry. It's not that it was boring, I just didn't really feel like reading any of them. I thought I'd feel excited when I signed back in and found a bunch of entries that I could read and keep myself busy for a few hours. I guess not. It's around 10 o'clock and I miss Sara already. I just got home from spending all day at her house and I'm bored without her. I should probably make some more strawberry Kool Aid, because I think I've finally discovered a favorite and that was it. My brother's a 4-year-old asshole. I should probably stop hanging out with him so much, because it's starting to rub off on me. It's my mom's fault. She didn't raise us right. Well, she didn't raise me right, and now I see that she's not doing any better with this little guy. Speaking of little guy, I think I need a penis pump, and since no one's going to read this, it's ok for me to say that. I wanted to write a song about being pissed off because the president won't stop calling, trying to find out where his wife is. I got the idea while I was washing the dishes this morning. I can't sing, but I sang a song about being sci-fi in the shower. It was pretty good, so I wrote it down and sang it for Sara later on. She said she liked it, but I don't believe her. Nobody should like the kinda music I write, if I was to write any. I'm not saying I suck, I just don't think it would be up to anyone's real standards. It might be good for a few listens, but shit like that does suck. I hate having cd's I don't always want to listen to. I want to learn how to play the drums. It's not only the drums, but any instrument. I even want to put this harmonica to good use. My grandpa said I could have his old organ, too. I should probably make sure I know how to play my bass and my acoustic before I start on anything else. I thought I'd be excited about the new Mars Volta coming out, but I'm entirely not. This doesn't necessarily seem like a bad thing, either. Eating soy makes chicks more fertile. I wonder if it works the same for guys. I wonder if I'm spelling fertile right. Why would anybody want a girl with a short skirt AND a long jacket? I mean, seriously, pick one. That combination doesn't go well together. Shit. I don't have any clean underwear/anything for tomorrow.