Bummah/Apple-butt-bloody/ I do enjoy a good nap.
Does this make me look like a woman Look here
Anyway, the usual monday morning nothing special until lunch time when Banda, Sal Audrey maybe a little Satin and a certain snappy-dressed pony-tail-toting guy ran a train of a sorts on Shanks. See Shanks had handcuffs and you all know how she is so one thing leads to another and everyone gets a little "taste of own medicine," next thing ya know everyone's on the ground trying to hog tie shanks. Somewhere during the the scramble Banda and I got cut so being a freak, well, I'm not saying I did it but someone smeared blood on shanks. That and tossed an apple at her butt in retaliation for her apple assault on said individual.
After that, or actually before all of that pleasentness(or should I say unpleasentness) I took my nigga Jared down! That makes me feel better about myself considering his black belt status, then again I do out weigh him by almost 100 pounds but why should I try to take anything away from this victory? I'm sure someone else will later.
Thirty or so minutes into sixth period I was called to the career center to speak with the marine guy. I am the perfect candidate for the marines! I passed the government issued screeing test all juniours take(comming up on the 18 and 19) with flying colors, I meet the heigth/weight requirement, I've got no life plan and I dig exercise! Naturally the marine guy was almost ready to whack it over me but then he goes "Let me go get your transcript." Well there goes all the fun it was a swell ego-boost while it lasted "Yes, you could have had a very interesting high level career with the marines unfortunately now you can't and it's too late to do anything about it sorry to bother you."
Well after that ranting or whining about it to someone would hit the spot and hey there goes Melissa Gone. Have a migrane eh? Oh okay I'll just go over here then.
I think I'll go lift weights that will cheer me up for a few minutes.
Anyway, the usual monday morning nothing special until lunch time when Banda, Sal Audrey maybe a little Satin and a certain snappy-dressed pony-tail-toting guy ran a train of a sorts on Shanks. See Shanks had handcuffs and you all know how she is so one thing leads to another and everyone gets a little "taste of own medicine," next thing ya know everyone's on the ground trying to hog tie shanks. Somewhere during the the scramble Banda and I got cut so being a freak, well, I'm not saying I did it but someone smeared blood on shanks. That and tossed an apple at her butt in retaliation for her apple assault on said individual.
After that, or actually before all of that pleasentness(or should I say unpleasentness) I took my nigga Jared down! That makes me feel better about myself considering his black belt status, then again I do out weigh him by almost 100 pounds but why should I try to take anything away from this victory? I'm sure someone else will later.
Thirty or so minutes into sixth period I was called to the career center to speak with the marine guy. I am the perfect candidate for the marines! I passed the government issued screeing test all juniours take(comming up on the 18 and 19) with flying colors, I meet the heigth/weight requirement, I've got no life plan and I dig exercise! Naturally the marine guy was almost ready to whack it over me but then he goes "Let me go get your transcript." Well there goes all the fun it was a swell ego-boost while it lasted "Yes, you could have had a very interesting high level career with the marines unfortunately now you can't and it's too late to do anything about it sorry to bother you."
Well after that ranting or whining about it to someone would hit the spot and hey there goes Melissa Gone. Have a migrane eh? Oh okay I'll just go over here then.
I think I'll go lift weights that will cheer me up for a few minutes.