give all the idiots a brand new religion
It's Friday. I was ready to get the hell out of school. Last bell rang. Walking in that usual crowd of classmates heading out of the door. The second, and I mean the split second I step out of that cement door frame, a rush of human beings come running by, knocking me straight into the wall, slamming me straight onto my knees. Of course, the perpetrators kept running as I just sat there. This morning, when I woke up, I saw the nastiest looking bruise located just under my left knee. And it is very sensitive, even the lightest bump causes me to go "Ow". Through out the day it continued to grow. Now the bruise bigger than the size of my palm, right over my knee. Those fucking bastards.
I just got off the phone with Sarah fifteen minutes ago. She made me talk to Phil, her step dad. Last time I talked to him on the phone, he lectured me about how I should do my homework so I can get into a good college. He asked me questions about the concert that Sarah and I are dying to go to. (The ad I posted just an entry earlier is about it.) I'm surprised at how damn persuasive I can be when I'm desperate. Afterwards, Sarah told me that the conversation helped a lot, and now she can go only if we can find a ride. That's the only problem. The tickets are cheap. The date and time are reasonable, even though it's on a school night. All the trouble we're having is how the fuck are the two of us going to get there. Pensacola is a good hour and a half away, give or take. The two of us still too young to legally drive, we need a ride. And it's pretty hard to find a willing driver to drive us there and back. I'm relying on Sarah's persuasion skills this time to talk her aunt into driving us. Her aunt took us to Pensacola once, awhile back on Columbus day. Her aunt is as kick-ass as it gets, so I'm trusting that she wouldn't say no.
I need some caffeine.
I just got off the phone with Sarah fifteen minutes ago. She made me talk to Phil, her step dad. Last time I talked to him on the phone, he lectured me about how I should do my homework so I can get into a good college. He asked me questions about the concert that Sarah and I are dying to go to. (The ad I posted just an entry earlier is about it.) I'm surprised at how damn persuasive I can be when I'm desperate. Afterwards, Sarah told me that the conversation helped a lot, and now she can go only if we can find a ride. That's the only problem. The tickets are cheap. The date and time are reasonable, even though it's on a school night. All the trouble we're having is how the fuck are the two of us going to get there. Pensacola is a good hour and a half away, give or take. The two of us still too young to legally drive, we need a ride. And it's pretty hard to find a willing driver to drive us there and back. I'm relying on Sarah's persuasion skills this time to talk her aunt into driving us. Her aunt took us to Pensacola once, awhile back on Columbus day. Her aunt is as kick-ass as it gets, so I'm trusting that she wouldn't say no.
I need some caffeine.