the scattered spots are making me blind
shouldn't have came to school today. knew it would only end up tragic.
be prepared for a long boring story
wake up excessively late. get stuck in blankets and fall SPAT!!on the floor. stagger to my dresser grab toothbrush, toothpaste, facewash and towel and run to the bathroom. get naked and jump into the freezing shower water and wait for the warm to start happening. i know that i'm running late, and there's no time for conditioner, but i go for the bottle anyways. so there i am... in the luke warm shower...CONDITIONING and then BANG BANG!! my mother is pounding on the bathroom door yelling "it's 6:04, you've got 9 minutes". i rinse my hair and brush my teeth then out of the shower i go. first things first,so when i get in my room i push play on my cd player... good ol' christmas tunes start blaring. i know that i don't have the time to put my contacts in and should just wear glasses, but once again i go for the time consuming things and a minute later my contacts are in and i'm no longer blind to the world. i unwrap from the towel and there i am... naked and confused... getting dressed is always the hardest decision. w/ clothes spread acrossed the floor, clean mixing w/dirty i search for pant. grab a pair of underwear and the bottom half is clothed. no time to run to the garage for a bra, so no bra it is... throw on a couple of shirts and slip on the shoes and "HanSUE!! get out here NOW, the bus is coming" and out i am...
get in the car and ask mom if she grabbed the cell phone for me....reply...NO. so now the bus is waiting for me and i'm slamming the car door out of anger... once again my mother has pissed me off. i get on the bus and mr. smith says "running late again... you're always late. How are you doing"
"not good, not fucking good"
smith-"why?"
"i want to DIE"
and the conversation is over and the cheesewagon is moving.
since whit isn't attending school today i know that i will be forced to sit w/ a freshman that i'm sure i'd like to kill... and about 40 minutes later he's in the seat.... it's the blonde haired boy w/ the caveman forehead... i fall into deep sleep mode and am awoken by the fatass that sits behind me. her hand is on the back of my seat and her fingers are pulling my hair. i find myself saying sternly "your pulling my fucking hair" and it's over... she's asking the kid next to me to retrieve her bookbag from under our seat. back to sleep. but not for long... BEEP BEEP BEEP mr. smith is honking the horn... some girl just escaped chaos. car fly by. i sleep until we arrive at school. get to school and mr. smith gives a speech... he stated how the girl almost got hit... yada yada yada... lying in the road is not safe. slack is about to whistle and let us off the so i grab my purse and realize that my hand is damp... i look at my purse and my coffee has leaked... yah... GREAT MORNING. get off the bus walk through the halls and stupid kids run into me... "fuck off" i hate everyone. go to my locker... forget the combination again...and hit the locker... my hand is sore. and i am PISSEd. i get the damn thing open grab my shit and go to the bathroom... realize that i have no reason to be in there and that it's just a habbitual thing. i walk to the courtyard and meet up w/ laura and emily. tell them about my shitty mood and laura tells me about hers. then she tells me head dyed his hair black so be head to the cafeteria so i can check it out... spot him and run over. i make the standard comments "i like it, looks good... aw... it's so cute..." yada yada. it really does look nice though. i ask him if he'll be making an appearance at the party tonight and he tells me he's drunk right now and that he's getting drunk w/ joe tonight... i am sad. the bells ring and i'm late to class. get to class do work. present spanish shit and that's it.... i will never speak spanish, that class is bullshit. bell rings and i meet up w/ nick in our usual spot... we converse about nothing and it's time for us to part... i go to jesses class and see if he can go to the party...he'sgetting drunk w/ joe and bryon... what a jerk... he invites me to tag along... they're doing "motherfuckers" i have him explain to me what they are and i'm late for another class.
shit...schools over... i guess my story shall end
be prepared for a long boring story
wake up excessively late. get stuck in blankets and fall SPAT!!on the floor. stagger to my dresser grab toothbrush, toothpaste, facewash and towel and run to the bathroom. get naked and jump into the freezing shower water and wait for the warm to start happening. i know that i'm running late, and there's no time for conditioner, but i go for the bottle anyways. so there i am... in the luke warm shower...CONDITIONING and then BANG BANG!! my mother is pounding on the bathroom door yelling "it's 6:04, you've got 9 minutes". i rinse my hair and brush my teeth then out of the shower i go. first things first,so when i get in my room i push play on my cd player... good ol' christmas tunes start blaring. i know that i don't have the time to put my contacts in and should just wear glasses, but once again i go for the time consuming things and a minute later my contacts are in and i'm no longer blind to the world. i unwrap from the towel and there i am... naked and confused... getting dressed is always the hardest decision. w/ clothes spread acrossed the floor, clean mixing w/dirty i search for pant. grab a pair of underwear and the bottom half is clothed. no time to run to the garage for a bra, so no bra it is... throw on a couple of shirts and slip on the shoes and "HanSUE!! get out here NOW, the bus is coming" and out i am...
get in the car and ask mom if she grabbed the cell phone for me....reply...NO. so now the bus is waiting for me and i'm slamming the car door out of anger... once again my mother has pissed me off. i get on the bus and mr. smith says "running late again... you're always late. How are you doing"
"not good, not fucking good"
smith-"why?"
"i want to DIE"
and the conversation is over and the cheesewagon is moving.
since whit isn't attending school today i know that i will be forced to sit w/ a freshman that i'm sure i'd like to kill... and about 40 minutes later he's in the seat.... it's the blonde haired boy w/ the caveman forehead... i fall into deep sleep mode and am awoken by the fatass that sits behind me. her hand is on the back of my seat and her fingers are pulling my hair. i find myself saying sternly "your pulling my fucking hair" and it's over... she's asking the kid next to me to retrieve her bookbag from under our seat. back to sleep. but not for long... BEEP BEEP BEEP mr. smith is honking the horn... some girl just escaped chaos. car fly by. i sleep until we arrive at school. get to school and mr. smith gives a speech... he stated how the girl almost got hit... yada yada yada... lying in the road is not safe. slack is about to whistle and let us off the so i grab my purse and realize that my hand is damp... i look at my purse and my coffee has leaked... yah... GREAT MORNING. get off the bus walk through the halls and stupid kids run into me... "fuck off" i hate everyone. go to my locker... forget the combination again...and hit the locker... my hand is sore. and i am PISSEd. i get the damn thing open grab my shit and go to the bathroom... realize that i have no reason to be in there and that it's just a habbitual thing. i walk to the courtyard and meet up w/ laura and emily. tell them about my shitty mood and laura tells me about hers. then she tells me head dyed his hair black so be head to the cafeteria so i can check it out... spot him and run over. i make the standard comments "i like it, looks good... aw... it's so cute..." yada yada. it really does look nice though. i ask him if he'll be making an appearance at the party tonight and he tells me he's drunk right now and that he's getting drunk w/ joe tonight... i am sad. the bells ring and i'm late to class. get to class do work. present spanish shit and that's it.... i will never speak spanish, that class is bullshit. bell rings and i meet up w/ nick in our usual spot... we converse about nothing and it's time for us to part... i go to jesses class and see if he can go to the party...he'sgetting drunk w/ joe and bryon... what a jerk... he invites me to tag along... they're doing "motherfuckers" i have him explain to me what they are and i'm late for another class.
shit...schools over... i guess my story shall end