So, this is what's up. (Yep, I posted this on Myspace too.)
First of all, my throat hurts like fucking crazy!
Observation: The other day, I think maybe Tuesday, I went to the chorus room to retrieve my photo albums from Jasmine Porter. I said hi, bye, and went on about my way. I left the door slightly ajar and as I passed the boy's locker room I heard two girls say something about Jasmine. What they said, I don't know, but what intrigues me more than anything is that she didn't hear it. She had no idea that at that very moment she was the topic of someone's conversation, and she would really have no way of finding out. We live and we're talked about. Although we receive compliments and some people us how they really feel about us, most of what is said about us is said behind our backs. With that said, I wonder what someone is saying about me right now. Well, not really.
Look, I can't dance half as good as Denorius, Nick Mason, or Darryl can, but gosh darnit, I'm gonna dance and have me a good time. I realize some people are shy and some people can't dance, but get yo' ass up and have a good time. If someone thinks you can't dance, the truth is, you'll never know because no one will be bold enough to tell you to your face. Live it up!
So, Mr. Prince is the dumbest man on the face of the earth. God if I had enough strength to toss a cinderblock, I'd toss it right on his little toe. Dumbass! Someone take his fucking job. Lyin' ass hoe! I wonder when was the last time he got some pussy. Someone needs to give the man some head so that he'll lighten the fuck up.
Is it me or do I see straight boys checking out other boys. What's really good?!?
Why do I have a lot more to say, but can't think of it?
Senior Game was fun. I mean, Mr. Prince wouldn't let Mr. Wilson play any crunk music after the first two quarters of the boy's game, so I basically told Mr. Wilson he sucked, confronted Mr. Prince, and screamed out "What is this?" and "Boooooo!" a lot. Oh yeah, who thought it was cool to pass around balloons? I hate balloons on the loose! Urgh!!!
Observation: The other day, I think maybe Tuesday, I went to the chorus room to retrieve my photo albums from Jasmine Porter. I said hi, bye, and went on about my way. I left the door slightly ajar and as I passed the boy's locker room I heard two girls say something about Jasmine. What they said, I don't know, but what intrigues me more than anything is that she didn't hear it. She had no idea that at that very moment she was the topic of someone's conversation, and she would really have no way of finding out. We live and we're talked about. Although we receive compliments and some people us how they really feel about us, most of what is said about us is said behind our backs. With that said, I wonder what someone is saying about me right now. Well, not really.
Look, I can't dance half as good as Denorius, Nick Mason, or Darryl can, but gosh darnit, I'm gonna dance and have me a good time. I realize some people are shy and some people can't dance, but get yo' ass up and have a good time. If someone thinks you can't dance, the truth is, you'll never know because no one will be bold enough to tell you to your face. Live it up!
So, Mr. Prince is the dumbest man on the face of the earth. God if I had enough strength to toss a cinderblock, I'd toss it right on his little toe. Dumbass! Someone take his fucking job. Lyin' ass hoe! I wonder when was the last time he got some pussy. Someone needs to give the man some head so that he'll lighten the fuck up.
Is it me or do I see straight boys checking out other boys. What's really good?!?
Why do I have a lot more to say, but can't think of it?
Senior Game was fun. I mean, Mr. Prince wouldn't let Mr. Wilson play any crunk music after the first two quarters of the boy's game, so I basically told Mr. Wilson he sucked, confronted Mr. Prince, and screamed out "What is this?" and "Boooooo!" a lot. Oh yeah, who thought it was cool to pass around balloons? I hate balloons on the loose! Urgh!!!