I am so goddamn sick
I've decided that the next person that gets me sick is going to have to die. This time it was Sherri, but if this time were next time, I'd have to find someone else to sit with at lunch.
Monday was the sweetest day EVER! I thought that it was going to suck like most mondays do, and then I heard somebody say that we were getting our report cards and I was sure of it. But it was the bestest day I ever had. First hour was all right, and so was second hour. I actually go things done third hour,(probably because ben wasn't there) and after that I saw Adrena. I was really happy to see that she's doing good. She says everything's all right, and that if only she hadn't fallen, she would've gotten away. I'm sure she would've. Just that one cop grabbed her coat and it was all over.
Anyways, then fourth hour was really cool, even though I can only stand a handful of the kids in there. Then fifth hour, all week we've pretty much watched movies, although I'm not sure. You'd have to ask Fetty, see if he remembers. Then we went to sixth hour, and the army band recruiters talked to us for most of the hour, so I didn't have to play Overture to Candide. I got a 3.0 on muh report card, so I is one lucky sonofabitch.
But now I'm sick, and probably dying, although my mom doesn't think so. I have had two camblell's soup at hand today, and grilled cheese. I can't wait to spend sprong break in bed sick, and just playing my guitar for hours and hours. I don't know what else there is to make a person happy.
Oh, and I really think I aced that history test today. It was really easy, though.
-Lennie
"Every night,
I'm holding you."- from my new poem.