Greg fan club like whoa.
So there's this kid Greg in my Chemistry class. I have other stories about him, but I might start now like posting what he does each day. He always plays music on a nearby computer while working on his labs. Today he played Star Trek and sang along to it. Then he put on elevator music, really loudly. For nearly two periods. In my science classroom. Meaning, outside of an elevator. I think I am going to have to make some really cool underground Greg Bonini fan club.
My brother is in the next room wrestling with the dog, but it sounds like he’s having really visceral sex.
And I’m sucking on one of those lollipops that have a hollow stick and I get to make funny noises with it.
Looks like I’m going to have to make this journal sort of sarcastic and/or somewhat clever. I like it that way.
By the way, I start Italian classes today, and Vincenza text messaged me to remind me. She and my friend Carey are taking it, and so I typed back, “I know I’m looking forward to spending my time with such hotties” but guess who I sent it to? Tim. Accidentally. Oh well. I feel really heavy.
My brother is in the next room wrestling with the dog, but it sounds like he’s having really visceral sex.
And I’m sucking on one of those lollipops that have a hollow stick and I get to make funny noises with it.
Looks like I’m going to have to make this journal sort of sarcastic and/or somewhat clever. I like it that way.
By the way, I start Italian classes today, and Vincenza text messaged me to remind me. She and my friend Carey are taking it, and so I typed back, “I know I’m looking forward to spending my time with such hotties” but guess who I sent it to? Tim. Accidentally. Oh well. I feel really heavy.