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[autumn_romance]

Wow. First day of classes = totally lame. I think I've grown acustom to this "change" ordeal when it comes to new semesters. I just don't think about it, I think optimistic about these changes in school, but today just wasn't one to be optimistic about. Ashley picked me up, we picked Sam then Chelsea up. Pff, that was so silly, on the way there. "It smells like coffee with a hint of spices." :P I'm so silly. We get to school and I realize that I forgot to get my schedule. So I get to the office and they tell me to get to guidance. I get there, and it's like the lobby of Ellis Islands' immigrant house. Or, whatever you shall call it. It was mobbed, but I made it to 1st mod on time. Fundamentals of Geometry. Yes, fundamentals of geometry, you want to know why?.. because Ms Kelley is a stoner dumbass who likes to screw my life over for the 3rd year in a row with my important classes. It wasn't so bad. Brad Hoover's in there and Lindsy's sister is but she wasn't there today. It seems easy, but I won't hold my breath. :X 2nd mod, Ecology. wtf, I just took it because Kate took it. Emma's in it also and like Kate says, "we'll see how that goes." mm, 3rd mod just the usual A/B day. Today was chorus and Ms Kelley decides to be a bitch. She was on her period 9/10 chances, so she gets by. Pretty retro people in lunch. Oh, and good ol' 4th mod. Now, here's when I realize, I really absolutely hate our high school's class choosing handling guidline, whatever you want to call it. I am in a level 1, Modern American Literature, non college prep class taking class. I am so pissed off about it too. Want to know why?! Because of Ms Kelley not telling me, especially since my career change is in English, mind you. Freaking, Mrs Bontekoe feeling I would be more capable with the lower class of Survey, when I want to major in fine arts/writing!@#$ GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD I have never been so frustrated with this. Ever. So now I have to go in tomorrow morning, go through every administrator alive in our high school, just to get my class changed, and why I feel it needs to be changed. You fucking, dumbasses. Pieces, of shit. And that was my day at school. :D Ashley took me home, and I slept 'til Mike's basketball practice just so I could get to Wal Mart to get some things. Holy lord again, it's like the lobby of Ellis Islands' immigrant house. But I got things, and got the hell out of there. Mike gets his way because he doesn't want to listen to the radio. Well I don't want to hear your shirt blaring, but I don't say shit - I get over it. You dumb cunt. I get home, there's a hole in the bag so it decides that my books and dividers go into the snow. YAY!@#$ :D *blank, bitchy stare* I'm really sorry for this complaining and whining entry. I really am. Desperate times calls for desperate measures. Is that how it goes? I don't know but it just came to my head and it felt like the right time to say it. [confused look] We REALLY need to have a Party @ Pop's REALLY soon. Like, I haven't been there since Homecoming, and I wasn't up for it then. And before that, was freaking Ashley's birthday party there back in August. Fuckkkkk, I have, an Absolutism report due tomorrow in World History. Who the hell cares about it?! PAS MOI!@#$ You think somebody in my class actually cares about that shit?! Well, probably like two, but they're cunt rags. I'm so frustrated/pissed/aggravated, I'm going to eat some delicious chicken. Riverdotchy.

Post Script - Valentine's Day is coming up, and I've had all of a stalker who gave me a half dozen of roses and sent them to me in class my freshman year, for Valentine's Day. So, who wants to waste their money on the Hallmark's day of the year, and be my Valentine? I'll give you a Bee Jah. I promise. XD