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Alright, so there's this kid named Dillon. He's in a program in school that I also am a part of, and he's a complete douche bag. Every time I see the kid, he's shoving something else into his fat fucking gob. I swear. Not only that, but in the beginning of the year, he was a normal kid. He wore literally sweatpants and a plain color t-shirt every day. Coincidentally around Christmas, he underwent some odd transformation where he went out and bought some UFOs and black Slipknot t-shirts. Give me a fucking break. This kid's the least hard looking kid ever. He's got a jew-fro for fuck's sake.
Anyway, so I walk into the FOCUS lounge second period this morning, and who's there making himself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich? Who's using up the free supply of food in the FOCUS lounge despite the fact that he always has about 5 dollars for lunch everyday? Him. He's there making himself one of his three daily peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. That's just a part of his mid-morning snack, however. While I'm in there writing a report, I witness the bulbous sloth of a human being eat not only a PB&J but a bagel smothered in butter, toast and some candy bought from the cabinet. I sit in complete awe as I watch the glutton feed his enourmous man-tits. I think, "how could one possibly eat this much and not be completely disgusting with him or herself?". I'm answered by a slap in the face because no one but me notices or cares.
So anyway, my day was alright. Bought a new keyboard for my PS2 for games online. Eh. And I saw Napolean Dynamite. It was alright. Very original. Kind of disappointing because many kids are saying how awesome it is, and that made me expect more. Oh well.
Anyway, so I walk into the FOCUS lounge second period this morning, and who's there making himself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich? Who's using up the free supply of food in the FOCUS lounge despite the fact that he always has about 5 dollars for lunch everyday? Him. He's there making himself one of his three daily peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. That's just a part of his mid-morning snack, however. While I'm in there writing a report, I witness the bulbous sloth of a human being eat not only a PB&J but a bagel smothered in butter, toast and some candy bought from the cabinet. I sit in complete awe as I watch the glutton feed his enourmous man-tits. I think, "how could one possibly eat this much and not be completely disgusting with him or herself?". I'm answered by a slap in the face because no one but me notices or cares.
So anyway, my day was alright. Bought a new keyboard for my PS2 for games online. Eh. And I saw Napolean Dynamite. It was alright. Very original. Kind of disappointing because many kids are saying how awesome it is, and that made me expect more. Oh well.