boredom is my middle name.
I can't stand how nothing new has been happening. The newest thing was hanging out with Bryan and Greg and the hippies. I flirt too much, hah, me of all people. I really don't want to go to school, i hate it. I want to stay home and not. Not anything, not ever. I'm going to write a book about the depression of a high school student, and how his life changes after he falls through a wallm, yeah it's all about quantum physics. But i do want to write a story kinda like my life, but not really. More dramatic, or not dramatic at all. Maybe just a kid living his boring life. I think the opening would be something like: I was lookin at that perfect star on the rug in my bathroom. I just spent two minutes brushing my teeth with the electric tooth brush that counts the two minutes. The star was perfect. The perfect star shape, and unlike the others, the part that was stitched was stitched where it should be, not like the rest that fell off the star. That's it. Now I'm going to 3rd period for almost two hours, i'll go insane today. indeed.