beejooo
So yeah let's see I woke up 15 min. late so I was in a hurry to get to zero hour, came back home, went back to school, was 30 seconds late but Ms. Salam is cool so she didn't mind. School was just another day. Anyways I came home, and I was really sleepy cause I got like 5 hours of sleep, and I went to sleep during 5th period cause I'm student assistant. And I must have slept from like 4-7. Raj called me during this time period and suggested 2 for Tuesday's at Wings n more and told me to call some people, I called Piccola and she didn't pick up as usual, and then I called Murtaza and he didn't pick up so I guess he was at work or something. Then I slept til like 7 and Raj called me and we went to wings and more so it was just me and her, and I got this damn good parking spot cause this car was leaving when I came. And then I decided to be badass and different today so I got a sampler instead of wings, and it sucked, except the 4 cheese sticks were pretty good. WEnt home, I practiced the piano a bit, then did some calculus homework, then read a little bit of The Stranger, I like it a lot cause it's so easy to read and I can understand it, and then now I'm typing this and looking at a bunch of myspaces, wow I look at myspaces a lot, I've probably looked at 50000 myspaces.
I need a new job, also I want to learn how to write all badass and stuff like cheryl. When she writes entries it sounds like some Shakespeare work of art or something. At least I can program a spiral matrix and she can't. But anyways, I wish I had a million dollars right now. That'd be great, life would be so much easier for me. I wouldn't really have to worry about running out of money to go buy starbucks or chipotle burritos or gas and stuff. Also I could get a cooler car.
I think I'm gonna try to write liek Cheryl now. Or actually this guy in my English class, I hate how he writes. It pisses me off so much he writes a bunch of crap and uses a bunch of big words I don't even think he understands what he's writing. Or maybe I'm just stupid. But this is what it sounds like, I'm gonna try my best:
The raptures of the tribulated edificies engulf the flames of my bleeding heart. Like the rusted nail belonging to the Bohemian rhapsodies of the long forgotten trend, the mademoiselles and the monsieurs show no remorse as they bid their au revoirs to the traversing incandescencies. Faultess pigments. Raping of the hordes of lamb. And I, I ponder the moulin rouge awakenings of silence.
There. I dunno, it's some bullshit like that.
I need a new job, also I want to learn how to write all badass and stuff like cheryl. When she writes entries it sounds like some Shakespeare work of art or something. At least I can program a spiral matrix and she can't. But anyways, I wish I had a million dollars right now. That'd be great, life would be so much easier for me. I wouldn't really have to worry about running out of money to go buy starbucks or chipotle burritos or gas and stuff. Also I could get a cooler car.
I think I'm gonna try to write liek Cheryl now. Or actually this guy in my English class, I hate how he writes. It pisses me off so much he writes a bunch of crap and uses a bunch of big words I don't even think he understands what he's writing. Or maybe I'm just stupid. But this is what it sounds like, I'm gonna try my best:
The raptures of the tribulated edificies engulf the flames of my bleeding heart. Like the rusted nail belonging to the Bohemian rhapsodies of the long forgotten trend, the mademoiselles and the monsieurs show no remorse as they bid their au revoirs to the traversing incandescencies. Faultess pigments. Raping of the hordes of lamb. And I, I ponder the moulin rouge awakenings of silence.
There. I dunno, it's some bullshit like that.