Jan 12, 2006 21:39
Woke up late yesterday mornin', first night since school started back that I actually got a full night's rest. Threw my clothes on then brushed my teeth and ran out the door, got there about 10 minutes after I usaully do so it was all good. Saw Tommy (Peters), him and his brother were behind me this mornin', said his brother complained I drove slow. I was like "Dude I was doin' 60 so your brother musta been haulin' ass" and mind you that was in a 45 and it was wet so if he would lost control he'd of been fucked.
But Tommy kinda smirked and said "Yeah..he was doin' about 75" I was just kinda like "I probably would be too but the S-10 doesn't exactly have the handling of a Firebird" and also if I didn't have that whole drivin' probation shit goin'
on. But I doubt even if I did have a Firebird I'd be stupid enough to do 75 on wet roads, not the smartest move for somebody to make.
Got to school, chilled with the crew as usual. Bell rang, got into first block and my stomach started cramping like hell, I suffered through it because I knew I couldn't miss any Geometry. So in second block I asked Mrs. Rigsby if I could go to the nurse's office, she let me and I called home. Came back to her class and got my stuff after signin' out, when on home and got in the bed to rest.
Slept for 3 hours, woke back up and pretty much did jack the rest of the day. Came back to school today, shot the shit in the morning like always. The rest of the day was pretty formulamatic, I found out last night that Heather (Scott) supposedly likes this dude John I know while at the same time saying she's in love with me. Anybody smell bullshit? better pull my boots up before it gets too thick
I really don't have much else to say, I got so pissed after school because I went to sign up for night school because Miss Hill gave me the paperwork and signed it, then told me it was near Davidson. Problem is there's no other school near Davidson, so my blood was boiling all the way home, I could feel the blood in my temples pumping I was so livid.
This is my future at stake and Miss Hill didn't even bother to give me a fuckin' address nor did the paper give the address. I dunno...I guess that just really got to me and I forgot all good things that happened, except for the fact that Megan (Langham) is still gettin' me a ticket for the Disturbed show. Floor seats, so it will be majorly kick ass.