sabrina 2018958 trailer
dont ask about the subject. Tis on a sheet of paper beside me. And has been bothering me. I don't know what tis.
Oh well. I'm too lazy to rethink my day. so here's the pasted version from my xanga.
thanx kids.
Today was an i-hate-being-an-insomniac-and-not-sleeping-because-it-makes-me-tired-and-angry kind of day. Especially early this morning. I didn't have any yogurt, so I said okay sabs, you can settle for some poptarts. So i grabbed a pack out of my box of poptarts & toddled along. Then i got to school to find that the poptarts had been misplaces. And I had chosen the ones without icing, yes I know. How tragic. It ruined my cafeteria time. In first I turned in that essay and then we had a small assembly about "tardies." It sounds scary. Starting wednesday, when the bell rings all the teachers are going to shut and lock their doors & then the teachers are going to do a "clean sweep" of the tardy people stuck in the halls. Imagine, you're hustling down the hall from your locker and :bam: the doors close. :click: they lock. Fear appears in your heart. Then an administrator pulls you into the cafeteria? It doesn't sound pleasant. 2nd was a bore and in biology we had a quiz and talked of oompah loompahs and their sex lives. And then I got to use Javi's top locker and I felt tall & cool. No floor sittingness. Lunch was the same. Tis becoming a tradition that I get a bite of cookie from Keith when we pass each other in the hallways on my way to lunch, and Im not sure where he's going. German was the same and in history i had a quiz as well. Chemistry we went to the lab in utter caos and twasn't too bad. And then I ended my day with another quiz in alg 2. I hate monday quizzes. And just mondays period. full stop. however you desire to phrase it.
I haven't seen my nikstah in over a week. Tis insane. I'm not sure how to react. I feel odd. But her, willy wonka, austin, hopefule gena & perhaps dus & mo and others are coming over Saturday. I'm not sure what we're going to get into. It exciteth me though. I miss every single one of them. My willy wonka is growing up and he gets his license either Friday or Monday. How insane. He's my little techno addict. Maybe not little. He's my big friend. I love him so. I miss all those old days sitting around at his house with him, St Nicky & kai-mart. me singing about nothing and attempting and failing at playing the drums. And going to the Nasty. and sitting with willy's huge fluffy stuffed dog on his bed in his green room with the little boy border and pink blinds. I miss it. Very much so. He's the only one out of the old group that I converse with. St. Nicky drifted off, I haven't seen him since the greenville/tr game with Josie. And that was only a quick hug and then nothing. Oh well. Mustn't dwell. His birthday is Wednesday. I need to attempt to recall his number and give him a ring.
I must go do my homework. I tend to end my messages this way quite often. Maybe I'm just a nerd who always tries to do her homework. Yet it doesn't get me far.
I misseth my ghettoness. bah.
Hush it.
I love you.