Saved By The Bell
Well, I wake up in the morning,
And the 'larm gives out a warning,
And I don't think I'll ever make it on time.
By the time I grab my books,
And I give myself a look,
I'm at the corner, just in time to see the bus fly by.
It's all right, 'cos I'm Saved by the Bell.
If the teacher pops a test,
I know I'm in a mess,
And my dog ate all my homework last night.,
Riding low in my chair,
She won't know that I'm there,
If I can hand it in tomorrow it'll be all right.
It's all right, 'cos I'm Saved by the Bell.
*cough* Well, yeah, you get the point. Wanna hear about Bob's day? Of course you do.
Today I was, as I so nicey put it previously, saved by the bell. My history teacher was checking binders (mine was shit-ake mushrooms), and by the time she got to my name, the bell rang, giving me the whole weekend to work on it. But the sad part is, I probably won't.
My mom's birthday is today, too. She's celebrating with her friends by getting drunk. Well...really only a few of them will get tipsy. (Not naming anyone, here.) Tomorrow...or perhaps tonight, I'm going to start a story, which hardly anyone will read, I'm sure. But I love writing, so if no one does read it, I'll be continuing it for myself.
So ssshhh...I gots somethin' up mah sleeve, homie.
By the way, just um...ignore any of my lameosity that makes you uncomfortable.
And the 'larm gives out a warning,
And I don't think I'll ever make it on time.
By the time I grab my books,
And I give myself a look,
I'm at the corner, just in time to see the bus fly by.
It's all right, 'cos I'm Saved by the Bell.
If the teacher pops a test,
I know I'm in a mess,
And my dog ate all my homework last night.,
Riding low in my chair,
She won't know that I'm there,
If I can hand it in tomorrow it'll be all right.
It's all right, 'cos I'm Saved by the Bell.
*cough* Well, yeah, you get the point. Wanna hear about Bob's day? Of course you do.
Today I was, as I so nicey put it previously, saved by the bell. My history teacher was checking binders (mine was shit-ake mushrooms), and by the time she got to my name, the bell rang, giving me the whole weekend to work on it. But the sad part is, I probably won't.
My mom's birthday is today, too. She's celebrating with her friends by getting drunk. Well...really only a few of them will get tipsy. (Not naming anyone, here.) Tomorrow...or perhaps tonight, I'm going to start a story, which hardly anyone will read, I'm sure. But I love writing, so if no one does read it, I'll be continuing it for myself.
So ssshhh...I gots somethin' up mah sleeve, homie.
By the way, just um...ignore any of my lameosity that makes you uncomfortable.