it's taking everything in me to stay
i want to go home.
really bad. i don't want to be here anymore. i want to go home and sleep, and bitch about why i don't want to be here so bad.
my stomach still hurts, and i haven't started yet. it's february almost. doctor mom says all is well on the homefront, but i'm still concerned. not like i slept with anyone, but those kinds of things concern me and i'm freaky about it.
i haven't seen the harris today, but luckily i'll spy him before i hit the english class, which i'm dreading. i had to write this argumentative paper for english, and today we're doing peer review.
i hate peer review with a passion.
it's so awful. because like, if you say something you know is cool, and like, probably somebody else with my brain equivaliancy would think is cool, but you get a total geek or like a total brain, or a total suck ass peer reviewer, then they look at you like you're on drugs, or you were on drugs when you wrote the paper. i once wrote this really awesome paper about female musicians, and how they're as good as male musicians. well, this one chick that reviewed it looked at me and was like, "listen, this paper is poorly written, you have no idea about anything you're talking about, and blah blah blah blah" which, in turn, the girl didn't even know who L7 was, and they're faithful bloody tampon throw.
hmm...but i'm misinformed. right.
so i don't want to go. i want to go home. i want to hang out with nick. i dont' want to be here at all. since 8 this morning i was dreading being here and looking for a way out. nick called me at like, 8:15 this morning, and i missed his call. when i called him back, he said he wanted me to go get jeana, but he had already did it.
that was my way out. damnit.
this kid is still trying to get a piece of ass next to me.
i wish it was summer
i want to go to the schwag. we were talking about it the other night, and i think that'd be a real good break from everything. i worry too much, and i just need to put my mind at ease and eat some nachos with wonderful sprinkles on top of them. yum yum.
so theres terrorist surrounding me....getting a little nervous. so i better skeetle.
i think i might be going to Interpol, which is going to kick ass.
you hear me boy?! kick ass!
xo