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i'm not at school. ha. it's because this week is fucking pointless, seeing as we're doing nothing but review in every class, except for diem, who is still working on WWI. dumb slut. you can't teach both world wars in the time span of a week. all i heard was "trench rats the size of a cat," and then there was silence. also, i hate school and all the people in it so i've been opting to stay home as often as possible.
i went to the movies last night. it was interesting. i was wrong about everything like i usually am. lucky for me (him?) i'm still myself and that does bode well for the friend in his pants. i "saw" van helsing again (the first time i only claimed to see it when really i was getting trashed at quizno's) but i still didn't really see it because...well god dammit it wasn't that interesting anyway. fuck. and after the movie i went to the train station and saw nancy! she was with nate and some other girl and HG, who looked like he was on coke (????) and wondered around aimlessly with me. he gave me a hug which he only does when he absolutely has to. very strange, indeed.
now i have to work on my screenplay, which is due today, which is the REAL reason why i stayed home, because i only have twenty pages out of sixty completed. and oh my god this piece of shit is so boring and i hate mrs. cruz. and i think i'll go drink coconut rum and chain smoke instead, even though there are crazy mexicans with machetes trimming the trees in my front lawn, which is gay because my mom said they were doing it in case of a hurricane so they won't damage the windows and shit but they're trimming them over the driveway which is ten feet away from the house!!!!! dammit, it looked so pretty before, it made a canopy over the driveway and such. fucking hell. now it's ugly. everything is ugly ugly ugly and AHHAHWEHAOHTGOAHDOIHorihrjsheor8h
i went to the movies last night. it was interesting. i was wrong about everything like i usually am. lucky for me (him?) i'm still myself and that does bode well for the friend in his pants. i "saw" van helsing again (the first time i only claimed to see it when really i was getting trashed at quizno's) but i still didn't really see it because...well god dammit it wasn't that interesting anyway. fuck. and after the movie i went to the train station and saw nancy! she was with nate and some other girl and HG, who looked like he was on coke (????) and wondered around aimlessly with me. he gave me a hug which he only does when he absolutely has to. very strange, indeed.
now i have to work on my screenplay, which is due today, which is the REAL reason why i stayed home, because i only have twenty pages out of sixty completed. and oh my god this piece of shit is so boring and i hate mrs. cruz. and i think i'll go drink coconut rum and chain smoke instead, even though there are crazy mexicans with machetes trimming the trees in my front lawn, which is gay because my mom said they were doing it in case of a hurricane so they won't damage the windows and shit but they're trimming them over the driveway which is ten feet away from the house!!!!! dammit, it looked so pretty before, it made a canopy over the driveway and such. fucking hell. now it's ugly. everything is ugly ugly ugly and AHHAHWEHAOHTGOAHDOIHorihrjsheor8h