Entry #019
Five more days, man. Five more days until Battle of the Bands. Again, if you can make it to either the concert or the party afterwards, that'd be cool.
But that ain't the main reason for this entry. It's this kid at my school that's buggin' me. Wanna know how annoying he is? He makes me wanna talk to Fish instead. That's how bad, man.
What was his name again? Christian or somethin' like that. Real weird kid. He wears these cat ears on his head and is constantly followin' me around, saying that we are best friends and the like. Not only that, but he's always saying something like "mya" at the end of his sentences, saying that's what cats say in Japan. The worst part is that he wants me to kick out our current drummer so he can play.
Right then and there, I want to beat the tar out of him until both his "cat" ears and his regular set fall off. But I rather focus my time on more important things (and I didn't want to risk hurting my hands by jamming my fist into that idiot's head. Must be made of pure rock if he thought we can just kick someone out close to a concert just for him.) So I settled with a warning: "All right, listen up, Catboy, because this is important: We will never be friends. Thanks to your little demand, it will never happen. So you've got the count of three before I huff and I puff and I kick your catboy ass down this hall."
You'd be amazed how someone can run and cry at the same time and STILL do their little "mya" thing, man. I'm glad I'm graduating soon so I never have to see that guy again.
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But that ain't the main reason for this entry. It's this kid at my school that's buggin' me. Wanna know how annoying he is? He makes me wanna talk to Fish instead. That's how bad, man.
What was his name again? Christian or somethin' like that. Real weird kid. He wears these cat ears on his head and is constantly followin' me around, saying that we are best friends and the like. Not only that, but he's always saying something like "mya" at the end of his sentences, saying that's what cats say in Japan. The worst part is that he wants me to kick out our current drummer so he can play.
Right then and there, I want to beat the tar out of him until both his "cat" ears and his regular set fall off. But I rather focus my time on more important things (and I didn't want to risk hurting my hands by jamming my fist into that idiot's head. Must be made of pure rock if he thought we can just kick someone out close to a concert just for him.) So I settled with a warning: "All right, listen up, Catboy, because this is important: We will never be friends. Thanks to your little demand, it will never happen. So you've got the count of three before I huff and I puff and I kick your catboy ass down this hall."
You'd be amazed how someone can run and cry at the same time and STILL do their little "mya" thing, man. I'm glad I'm graduating soon so I never have to see that guy again.
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