Slit from naval to nose
Aunt Frances took me up to Big 10 to get my truck Monday afternoon, went from there to night school. Tuesday and Wednesday were kinda the same for the most part, I found out I have a 58 in Geometry A. I don't understand it...I do all my work, I mean ALL of it, not a zero one on that whole progress report. And I still fail yet people in there who sleep got higher grades than I do, fate's a bitch man.
Tuesday night I asked Teresa to the Sweetheart Dance, much to my delight she accepted. I can't wait to see her all dressed up, she's pretty enough in street clothes, but I have a feeling seeing her in formal attire is gonna blow me away.
I left school early today because I was weak, not feelin' too good. I'm tryin' not to miss any days so I'm just stickin' it out 'til 12 on the days I don't feel good and then callin' home sick, that way I don't get counted absent. Can't lose no credits or get close to it, and I definitely can't miss any days in Geometry. I been in there everyday and got a 58, I don't even wanna know what I'd have if I started missin' days.
First block Cartwright told me he'd be transferring to Bryant high school on Monday because his Mom can't afford to take him back and forth to school. He had his Blazer fixed after Mr. Thompson had let the class fuck it up so bad, but one morning he accidentally backed into his Stepdad Roger's truck and pushed the front end in a bit, nothin' serious but Roger wigged out on him and took his truck away. Now Cartwright can't drive to school and he's gotta transfer because his Mom doesn't wanna burn the gas gettin' him back and forth. Cartwright can be a know-it-all, but underneath all that he's a pretty good guy, I'm gonna be sad to see him go. He was nice enough to lemme borrow his Dukes of Hazzard DVD because he told me it was good, not as good as the show he readily admitted (which I though anyway) but not too bad.
Second block we watched more of Joan of Ark, Mrs. Rigsby hasn't been there since last Friday or this past Monday...I can't remember really. Stonehenge has been havin' hell with his new S-10 (It's like a '93, his white one was a '84), said he's had to change the spark plugs and the throttle body, but that's just what it takes on them older trucks to keep 'em runnin'.
Lunch I was alone because Billy and Anthony hadn't come to school, Brantley was with the choir doing Valentine's Day songs. Cooter came up towards the end, I talked to him a couple minutes before the bell rang.
By third block my tootache and headache had mutated into weakness, so I waited until about 11:55 then went to the nurse's office. During the block Sandy Keomanivong (she's Asian, her family comes from Laos) was telling me how she found out her bf was once put in jail for rape and now she's really afraid to be alone with him. I told her "People aren't always who we think they are Sandy" Sandy's one of the kindest girls I know, I joke around with her by calling her the blonde asian chick (she can be ditzy sometimes, hence the blonde thrown in there). For her well-being to be threatened, makes me wanna kick ass because she's a good person and wouldn't hurt a fly.
I'm gonna try to keep watch on her and David, she's confused because she doesn't know if this is he said-she said bullshit or if it's true. Me I told her to confront him about it, just not directly. She said he'd been acting strange, and a bit fast when it came to...y'know. "Lucky for me, I was wearin' them tight shorts under my skirt last night" she said, I chuckled and told her "They're called booty shorts Sandy, or daisy dukes even" tryin' to cheer her up. I made her laugh a few times, try to raise her spirit despite how shitty I felt. I worry about her, but she's smart enough not to be completely secluded with him I think, and I'm not going to leave her alone with him at night school, if anything happened to her I'd never forgive myself. And I'd probably kill his ass in the process.
Went by Burger King on my way home, got something to eat and started to feel better. I think my body's breaking down food much faster than normal because of my not geting as sleep as I should be, therefore it's milking the food for as much energy as it can get, just a theory. Got home, wasn't too long before Maw and Hunter returned. He was havin' one of his days where he was bein' a good boy, so I spent some time with him.
Using my time wisely I took him outside with me to wash the truck, I didn't let him help much because he was still sick and I didn't want him gettin' wet and sicker. As I washed it I broke down to him the best ways to go about washin' a vehicle, startin' at the front end then goin' down the sides, using a circular stroke so you covered almost all of the area. Taught him what a Vinyl was, taught him about rim polish and car wax, tested him on the meanings of RS and SS, showed him how to clean wheels and tires just right, after I'd finished the truck I brought him inside and gave him a glimpse of the new Camaro. He seemed to like it, said he wanted a Chevy truck with a big engine that goes really fast. What guy doesn't? I'd have to see how he drives when he gets that age to decide if I'll get him a V6 or a V8 (yes I'm gonna try and get Hunter his first ride, it's 10 years off so I got time to save up). If I do get him a V8, it'll be a small-block, then when he graduates I'll swap it out for a big-block.
As I was washing the truck, I told him how quick he learned stuff, how smart he was getting and how I knew that he'd be alot smarter of a man than me when he grew up. I also counciled him saying that he should never quit school because of all the stuff it's taught him, he did realize how much he'd learned since he started. I just want Hunter to grow up with more self-esteem than I did, more knowledge of things, with a better outlook on life and more people guys. The best of my and Little Mike's qualities y'know. Speaking of LM, we found out today he has ashtma. I couldn't believe it...guy was a track star in Elementary school, now he has ashtma, he won't be able to run track in High School, that's really gonna bring him down.
One good thing out of it, he won't pick up smoking cigs 'cause it would kill him and he won't smoke weed. Granted I don't think smokin' weed is that bad, but it just means he won't run the risk of getting on harder shit like pills and coke. That makes me happy, I'd prefer if him and Hunter both stayed away from it because nine times outta ten it always leads to somethin' harder. For some reason I managed to turn away from the other stuff, guess it's because I don't seek to get any higher.
Those are my thoughts of the day, have a pleasant evening all
Tuesday night I asked Teresa to the Sweetheart Dance, much to my delight she accepted. I can't wait to see her all dressed up, she's pretty enough in street clothes, but I have a feeling seeing her in formal attire is gonna blow me away.
I left school early today because I was weak, not feelin' too good. I'm tryin' not to miss any days so I'm just stickin' it out 'til 12 on the days I don't feel good and then callin' home sick, that way I don't get counted absent. Can't lose no credits or get close to it, and I definitely can't miss any days in Geometry. I been in there everyday and got a 58, I don't even wanna know what I'd have if I started missin' days.
First block Cartwright told me he'd be transferring to Bryant high school on Monday because his Mom can't afford to take him back and forth to school. He had his Blazer fixed after Mr. Thompson had let the class fuck it up so bad, but one morning he accidentally backed into his Stepdad Roger's truck and pushed the front end in a bit, nothin' serious but Roger wigged out on him and took his truck away. Now Cartwright can't drive to school and he's gotta transfer because his Mom doesn't wanna burn the gas gettin' him back and forth. Cartwright can be a know-it-all, but underneath all that he's a pretty good guy, I'm gonna be sad to see him go. He was nice enough to lemme borrow his Dukes of Hazzard DVD because he told me it was good, not as good as the show he readily admitted (which I though anyway) but not too bad.
Second block we watched more of Joan of Ark, Mrs. Rigsby hasn't been there since last Friday or this past Monday...I can't remember really. Stonehenge has been havin' hell with his new S-10 (It's like a '93, his white one was a '84), said he's had to change the spark plugs and the throttle body, but that's just what it takes on them older trucks to keep 'em runnin'.
Lunch I was alone because Billy and Anthony hadn't come to school, Brantley was with the choir doing Valentine's Day songs. Cooter came up towards the end, I talked to him a couple minutes before the bell rang.
By third block my tootache and headache had mutated into weakness, so I waited until about 11:55 then went to the nurse's office. During the block Sandy Keomanivong (she's Asian, her family comes from Laos) was telling me how she found out her bf was once put in jail for rape and now she's really afraid to be alone with him. I told her "People aren't always who we think they are Sandy" Sandy's one of the kindest girls I know, I joke around with her by calling her the blonde asian chick (she can be ditzy sometimes, hence the blonde thrown in there). For her well-being to be threatened, makes me wanna kick ass because she's a good person and wouldn't hurt a fly.
I'm gonna try to keep watch on her and David, she's confused because she doesn't know if this is he said-she said bullshit or if it's true. Me I told her to confront him about it, just not directly. She said he'd been acting strange, and a bit fast when it came to...y'know. "Lucky for me, I was wearin' them tight shorts under my skirt last night" she said, I chuckled and told her "They're called booty shorts Sandy, or daisy dukes even" tryin' to cheer her up. I made her laugh a few times, try to raise her spirit despite how shitty I felt. I worry about her, but she's smart enough not to be completely secluded with him I think, and I'm not going to leave her alone with him at night school, if anything happened to her I'd never forgive myself. And I'd probably kill his ass in the process.
Went by Burger King on my way home, got something to eat and started to feel better. I think my body's breaking down food much faster than normal because of my not geting as sleep as I should be, therefore it's milking the food for as much energy as it can get, just a theory. Got home, wasn't too long before Maw and Hunter returned. He was havin' one of his days where he was bein' a good boy, so I spent some time with him.
Using my time wisely I took him outside with me to wash the truck, I didn't let him help much because he was still sick and I didn't want him gettin' wet and sicker. As I washed it I broke down to him the best ways to go about washin' a vehicle, startin' at the front end then goin' down the sides, using a circular stroke so you covered almost all of the area. Taught him what a Vinyl was, taught him about rim polish and car wax, tested him on the meanings of RS and SS, showed him how to clean wheels and tires just right, after I'd finished the truck I brought him inside and gave him a glimpse of the new Camaro. He seemed to like it, said he wanted a Chevy truck with a big engine that goes really fast. What guy doesn't? I'd have to see how he drives when he gets that age to decide if I'll get him a V6 or a V8 (yes I'm gonna try and get Hunter his first ride, it's 10 years off so I got time to save up). If I do get him a V8, it'll be a small-block, then when he graduates I'll swap it out for a big-block.
As I was washing the truck, I told him how quick he learned stuff, how smart he was getting and how I knew that he'd be alot smarter of a man than me when he grew up. I also counciled him saying that he should never quit school because of all the stuff it's taught him, he did realize how much he'd learned since he started. I just want Hunter to grow up with more self-esteem than I did, more knowledge of things, with a better outlook on life and more people guys. The best of my and Little Mike's qualities y'know. Speaking of LM, we found out today he has ashtma. I couldn't believe it...guy was a track star in Elementary school, now he has ashtma, he won't be able to run track in High School, that's really gonna bring him down.
One good thing out of it, he won't pick up smoking cigs 'cause it would kill him and he won't smoke weed. Granted I don't think smokin' weed is that bad, but it just means he won't run the risk of getting on harder shit like pills and coke. That makes me happy, I'd prefer if him and Hunter both stayed away from it because nine times outta ten it always leads to somethin' harder. For some reason I managed to turn away from the other stuff, guess it's because I don't seek to get any higher.
Those are my thoughts of the day, have a pleasant evening all