516-7930
when i hit it from the back
i got them mommies sayin 'dammit man'
when i put it in they mouth
i got them mommies say 'merr meh meh merr'
so i got my cell phone, finally.
i was so excited.
516-7930.
call it.
write it.
text message it.
play with it.
whatever.
i am in such a bad mood.
sometimes i hate Day 2s.
4th pd.. took a test.
i hope i did good cause i have a 60% in that class.
eek =/.
lunch was a bust.
sat there.. didn't laugh much.
sad story.
the worst pd. ever was 5th.
these kids Jimbo and Kyle (i guess they both like me...?) were buggin the shit out of me.
they always come sit over at my table and work with me.
but i guess them flirting is trying to bug a girl?
so they threw erasers at my head, they wrote all over my paper, copied off of me, even stole my cell phone a couple of times.
i swear i was about to slap either one of them, that's how much they were pissin me off.
then they decide to leave because one of them tells the other i have a boyfriend.
if they think tryin to piss an effin girl off is FLIRTING.. omfg.. they should be shot.
and 6th pd wasn't any better.
dude, so EVERYONE, i swear, EVERYONE, was getting up to go to the bathroom.
basically half the class.
and then some kid comes back and i guess the pass it messed up.
and by that time i really had to pee.
so i get up to sign out and Mr. Adam tells me no.
i was like 'NO?'
and he's like 'No.'
'But everyone else has been going all effin period.'
'No.'
so, like a good girl, i sit down swirvin around tryin not to piss on myself while everyone else's bladders are effin satisfied.
effin prick.
someone call my cell phone now so i can get happy again.
and again it's 516-7930
k thanks.
<3