and everytime i gaze into your eyes, i know your only full of lies that will betray me...
Today was just like woah. I woke up at 5:30am to start doing my homework that I blew off over the weekend. I went downstairs and my dad was chillen still drinkin his coffee. I told him about my dream inwhich there was this small object used to kill people without security cameras or other people finding out. It was really weird. I don't really remember what we talked about, just random things. So he went off and got ready and I finished up my homework. I took a shower and got ready. So I got to school and whatever then I went to my first hour litterature/english whatever. So it's like 20 minutes into the hour and my teacher's phone rings. She hangs up the phone and goes "Lindsey, you're needed in the office, the assistant principal would like to speak with you, mrs. hatton." My face is like X_X. Are you kidding me... Walking out nick g. pointed and laughed at me :( stupid hooker. I got down there and she made me tell her about something that happened last friday on the way home from school. When I was done explaining she told me to write down every detail and the whole story. So I pulled out my pink pen and she's like "OOOooOOh i love pink! my granddaughter loves pink! her birthday is comming up! shes so easy to shop for! shes so cute too" etc. but everybody knows how sweet I am. So I laughed, awwed, and went along with it. While I was writting I saw Jordan come down there too... haha he was like wtf is this. SO I finally get back to class and whatever.
2nd hour reeked. Some turkey in the fridge expired and the whole room was gross. 3rd hour I reached in my locker to get my books and my wrist scrapped against my other books. So brittany is like haha you cut yourself. and i was like "oww yeah i did" and shes like "why'd you do it" and im like "i didnt on purpose, i dont do that" and shes like "yeah i know you cut your leg" mr. agosta my teacher was standing there watching this and he gives me this look like "OOOh im telling on you-you stupid troubled teenager from hells gates" and i was like "NO! i dont!" and she's like "yeah you dont i was kidding" and then the teacher returned to his normal stone-faced-ness. 4th hour Dan sat at our table but talked to rebecca like the whole time. apparently 3 8th grade girls liked him. and I'm like "theres no way you wouldnt go out with one of them, it's that you like another girl" he gets this huge smile on his face and hes like maybe. Walking out of lunch he poked me. As soon as he poked me I took my fist and hit him right in the stomach. He like ... was hurt. Lol.. He bent over, and looked like he was gonna fall, and he made some weird noises.... haha that was fun. He stayed away from me for awhile. He kept saying "ow, that actually hurt, you actually hit me" yeah whatever stay away. SO in biology he kicked me behind my knee thinking I was so weak my knee would give out. pfft stupid loser. I got a B+ on my test :\ not the greatest, but that's still almost an A. Walking outta biology he poked me again and tried to run. I grabbed his shirt and said something mean to him. :] he stayed away for the rest of the day atleast. History was ever so boring, and spanish the same. Stupid teacher does treat me like I'm stupid. She's amazed how I got all A+'s on that stupid booklet and all the other crap she gave out. I told that thing if I wanted to do good I would, I just hated the language and it was a waste of my time. I came home and in the mail I got some honor thing for having great grades... or something. Apparently in some book i'll be published with a biography. I'm eligable for a scholorship to colleges, and this "award" will be on my file... so colleges can see it. I guess thats a good thing... I was proud of myself =). My daddy came home and me, him, n my mom were just all talking. When he read it I couldn't tell what he was thinking, cause he's stone-faced when he reads. Kinda like his face when he's playing poker, as if he's concentrating on his cards, thinking about what he should play. lol but he was proud too. We're not buying the book though. He said the book will be like the other little books I was published in... like the 2 poetry ones. Anywho we talked about mixing races, and if that was a sin or not. My daddy says it isn't really, but usually when that happens the kids are messed up, kinda like some are spotted n such. I dunno whatever. He was also talking about money and stuff. I said that my first year as being a p.a. i will make only around 80,000 dollars a year, but my second will be 100,000 and past then it can increase to 100,500. He said that some people around here don't even make that much, and they live poor. He said they don't get new cars, basically have around one, don't go on vacation, or put a lot of money into their house. I asked him if we were rich then, cause we get a new car every 2-3 years, even though we lease em now, and every year, whether or not its us 3 or just them, we go on vacation, and we did put a lot of money into our house and stuff. He doesn't like talking about their money and such with me, so all he said is "what is rich? rich to me is going out and spending 3 mill. on a ring, or being so rich you dont ever have to work" basically that's where that conversation ended. They were also talking about how my dad bought his first house when he was 18 years old, and that it was about as big as the guitar/sunroom and kitchen combined only.
so then I chilled around and took a nap. Angela called and was totally grossed out cause her parents got this disgusting white car. bwahaha. I did all my homework and worked on my neck muscles =P. Now i'm just chillen. i have a lot of tests this week. It's almost my birthday. One week from tomorrow (weds) finallllly.