I wish you would've put yourself in my suitcase.
I HATE SCHOOL.
The teachers don't teach me anything and they're terrible with their curriculum and they have TERRIBLE CLASS MANAGEMENT SKILLS. I hate that they let other kids get away with being stupid and not trying and just in general being obnoxious, all while I'm in my seat writing two pages worth of story or whatever. It just perturbs me to no end that the majority of my class has their hands held and I can't get anything challenging out of it.
The last two days have been like that, every class. Even my IHS classes are not HARD, they are BUSY WORK. It just gets under my skin.
I spent yesterday cleaning my room and doing homework. I managed to go through a bunch of clothes and either sort them into a donating pile, a cleaning pile, or go to the trash pile. I took the clothes in the donation pile to Goodwill today, and the man running the donation center was really kind. I mean he was just a genuinely nice person, and I wanted to yell at the old lady in front of me that had this really stuck up look on her face. I smiled and told him "Thank you" and then drove away feeling a little light.
I took White Oleander back to Blockbuster. I browsed for a little bit but couldn't find a thing I wanted to watch, and I searched pretty heavily. So that was that.
I went to third, worked, got irritated, and came home. Thrilling, right?
I went to Costco with my parents, and we did some shopping. I got full off of samples, and after we checked out we got a hot dog and a soda. Costco has my favorite hot dogs in the entire world. Megan texted me while we were eating and asked me if I could cover games for Will. At first I was sort of iffy about it, but then I ended up agreeing, and I'm glad I went. I made money and I had a good time, which is always nice.
I'm pretty tired and really missing Bobby. We've been talking a lot, even though he's been busy with school. He's constantly telling me that he loves me and misses me, and that we need to figure out a way to get me out there. I told him I had to graduate first, and he said I needed a place to stay, which is very, very true. I do not want to move to New Jersey (which I find intimidating in some places) and be homeless. Who would? Other than that we've been exchanging sweet texts, talking about school, etc. It's funny, I was listening to the song "West Coast" by Coconut Records. The lyrics are "I miss you, I'm going back home to the West Coast. I wish you would've put yourself in my suitcase. I love you, standing all alone in a black coat." I sorta relate to that a lot, and it makes me think of Bobby, and now it is semi stuck in my head. Wonderful.
I put the first season of Sex and the City on, and I think I am going to work on my research paper that I have no motivation to write that was technically due yesterday. I am tired, I do not want to get up at 7 o'clock in the morning and rush to shower and get ready so I can be at school by 7:30. No sir.
The teachers don't teach me anything and they're terrible with their curriculum and they have TERRIBLE CLASS MANAGEMENT SKILLS. I hate that they let other kids get away with being stupid and not trying and just in general being obnoxious, all while I'm in my seat writing two pages worth of story or whatever. It just perturbs me to no end that the majority of my class has their hands held and I can't get anything challenging out of it.
The last two days have been like that, every class. Even my IHS classes are not HARD, they are BUSY WORK. It just gets under my skin.
I spent yesterday cleaning my room and doing homework. I managed to go through a bunch of clothes and either sort them into a donating pile, a cleaning pile, or go to the trash pile. I took the clothes in the donation pile to Goodwill today, and the man running the donation center was really kind. I mean he was just a genuinely nice person, and I wanted to yell at the old lady in front of me that had this really stuck up look on her face. I smiled and told him "Thank you" and then drove away feeling a little light.
I took White Oleander back to Blockbuster. I browsed for a little bit but couldn't find a thing I wanted to watch, and I searched pretty heavily. So that was that.
I went to third, worked, got irritated, and came home. Thrilling, right?
I went to Costco with my parents, and we did some shopping. I got full off of samples, and after we checked out we got a hot dog and a soda. Costco has my favorite hot dogs in the entire world. Megan texted me while we were eating and asked me if I could cover games for Will. At first I was sort of iffy about it, but then I ended up agreeing, and I'm glad I went. I made money and I had a good time, which is always nice.
I'm pretty tired and really missing Bobby. We've been talking a lot, even though he's been busy with school. He's constantly telling me that he loves me and misses me, and that we need to figure out a way to get me out there. I told him I had to graduate first, and he said I needed a place to stay, which is very, very true. I do not want to move to New Jersey (which I find intimidating in some places) and be homeless. Who would? Other than that we've been exchanging sweet texts, talking about school, etc. It's funny, I was listening to the song "West Coast" by Coconut Records. The lyrics are "I miss you, I'm going back home to the West Coast. I wish you would've put yourself in my suitcase. I love you, standing all alone in a black coat." I sorta relate to that a lot, and it makes me think of Bobby, and now it is semi stuck in my head. Wonderful.
I put the first season of Sex and the City on, and I think I am going to work on my research paper that I have no motivation to write that was technically due yesterday. I am tired, I do not want to get up at 7 o'clock in the morning and rush to shower and get ready so I can be at school by 7:30. No sir.