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Ok so today we had the last portion of the high school graduation test, social studies, and this gay black kid, farley, took the entire alotted time to complete it. I mean it would be a totally different story if the test was hard, but this test was designed so that the dumb hicks who live out in the country can pass. Once, during the test, i glanced over at him and he was imagining that his pencil was an airplane and was going "whoo whoo" and twirlling it. That got me pissed. Farley took the whole time for the other parts of the test too and I kinda felt bad for him but now that I know that he's ADD AND gay, it just made me wanna punch him in the face. And he has a face that you just wanna punch too.
"im all out of love, what am i without. I cant be too late to say that I was wrong."
Springbreak offically starts in thirty-four hours. I'm not going anywhere or doing anything big. I dont want to. I would rather sit around the house and feel bored. Sometimes I miss that feeling. It means that there is absolutely nothing on your mind. No worries, no anxieties. Nothing. That's such a great feeling. I remember once this summer at camp. Me and this kid, Taylor, skipped all of our classes and just sat around outside our addirondacks doing nothing. It felt great. The world wasnt there. There was nothing to think of. We just sat there in silence and looked at the trees.
I'm going backpacking next friday. We're gonna do the first 16 miles of the Appalachian Trail in two days. This little 13 year old is coming with us and I don't think he can ball it with us since the next youngest kid who is going is like 16 years old. Our plan is to backpack the whole trail in sections.
Hey! this is like my first lenghty update in forever! I like writing again and hopefully I will want to write more often. Sometimes I read some of my old entries and I cant believe that I wrote it. It just seems so weird to read it because...i dont know but I kinda don't like to read what I write. I hate proofreading my own essays and I hate reading them.
I think this thing is long enough...
"im all out of love, what am i without. I cant be too late to say that I was wrong."
Springbreak offically starts in thirty-four hours. I'm not going anywhere or doing anything big. I dont want to. I would rather sit around the house and feel bored. Sometimes I miss that feeling. It means that there is absolutely nothing on your mind. No worries, no anxieties. Nothing. That's such a great feeling. I remember once this summer at camp. Me and this kid, Taylor, skipped all of our classes and just sat around outside our addirondacks doing nothing. It felt great. The world wasnt there. There was nothing to think of. We just sat there in silence and looked at the trees.
I'm going backpacking next friday. We're gonna do the first 16 miles of the Appalachian Trail in two days. This little 13 year old is coming with us and I don't think he can ball it with us since the next youngest kid who is going is like 16 years old. Our plan is to backpack the whole trail in sections.
Hey! this is like my first lenghty update in forever! I like writing again and hopefully I will want to write more often. Sometimes I read some of my old entries and I cant believe that I wrote it. It just seems so weird to read it because...i dont know but I kinda don't like to read what I write. I hate proofreading my own essays and I hate reading them.
I think this thing is long enough...