eyesore

Nov 30, 2006 13:17

my english teacher wrote me an email, she wants to meet me after class.
I don't know if this is good or bad.
hopefully she high-fives me and apologizes for tearing apart the essay i wrote.
i though it was real good, i actually tried.
she said i write too poetic,
i didn't know that was a problem.
anyways, i don't do poetry in the first place.

my first semester is almost over, i'm staying afloat.
i got my haircut, those always make me feel better.
Josh just asked me to fix his ponytail, i couldn't.
anyways, winter break is coming up...
after chicago I will have free time,
so if you need me i'll be available.

sometimes i'm a recluse.
my brakes are out, i hear that's dangerous.
i'm just living life on the edge,
and by the edge i mean.
i drove home with no brakes
because i'm an idiot.
i still have my legs, this jig's for you.
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