o no! puerto rican in the living room!
Well looks like no post for feb 20...just 2 on feb 21. but this 1 is early in the morn so its like feb 20. ok ill shut up. anyway, fun times. mittler wanted the paintings in 1st period...i only did one so i was pissed. she let us take water colors home so we can finish the ones we didnt get to do....should be fun! anyone who knows how to paint with watercolors can come over...or i can go there...or ill do whatever you want me to do. i need to get an 'a' on this! molher's class pissed me off. sure, i got a 98 on the test (miles still awesome with a 97) but the new chapter is all bout lines and graphing and...i hate graphing. I also got a reminder that fcat is on geometry and i hate geometry with its cpctc and angle side angle bullcrap. o well...its off to lunch! (oh and i cleaned out my locker from last semester...feels good to start again!)
i got a free pizza at lunch from casey cuz i'm the man! free pizza is awesome. chem was insane! the sub was a nazi! he hated every1 but white people. bell rings and not even 5 minutes into it he kicks out janelle! its cuz shes black i kno it. another 10 min later...jamician guy gets the boot. he rants on to another african american about not being able to go to the bathroom. enter goodman. caucasian american female. walks up to the sub cooly, asks for the pass to go to the bathroom and she goes. WHATS THAT?!!? freakin sub sucks balls. or maybe thats wut goodman had to do to get the pass. the man was insane.
the seat in front of me was open after he had just moved melissa from that seat to the seat further up. i figure, "heck! im still talkin to her. might as well move on up too so i dont gotta talk louder." wrong move. i get up, and before i can get my butt on the chair, the man flips out! "YOU GET BACK TO THAT SEAT NOW! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?!?! GET BACK NOW!!!" "Woah guy...woah. take it easy there. not touchin' the desk. goin' back now. just...woah." "are you testing me? ARE YOU TESTING ME!?!" "woah woah there. no testing..." o man. i was too afraid to make complete sentences.
needless to say i didnt move for the rest of the period for fear of a laser sight popping out from somewhere and taking me out. class finally ended and (after proper warning was given to kara) and relaxed in computer programming...my save haven of technology. mr. c is pretty cool. i leanred some new stuff today so i was psyched. the bus ride was a horrible mess of tubgirl explainations and comparisons...like "Would you rather swollow someone elses snot or see tubgirl in person?" stuff like that. joe and i were being attacked because we know wut it is...others were made curious. so curious that they convinced me to go online using my cell and find tubgirl. couldnt find it...thank God.
pizza tonight! w00t!!! carter bailed on me again. im drawing plenty similiarities between carter and miles...both awesome and both flakey. carter's aunt from NY come down...so thats understandable. we're gunna go play some baseball and hit up the oasis with some fine women tomorrow, however. should be fun. i should b posting my first pic soon on lj. memories from strachan's class (ross perot anyone?) well im out
Silly daddy. You can't eat carpet.
Kenny
i got a free pizza at lunch from casey cuz i'm the man! free pizza is awesome. chem was insane! the sub was a nazi! he hated every1 but white people. bell rings and not even 5 minutes into it he kicks out janelle! its cuz shes black i kno it. another 10 min later...jamician guy gets the boot. he rants on to another african american about not being able to go to the bathroom. enter goodman. caucasian american female. walks up to the sub cooly, asks for the pass to go to the bathroom and she goes. WHATS THAT?!!? freakin sub sucks balls. or maybe thats wut goodman had to do to get the pass. the man was insane.
the seat in front of me was open after he had just moved melissa from that seat to the seat further up. i figure, "heck! im still talkin to her. might as well move on up too so i dont gotta talk louder." wrong move. i get up, and before i can get my butt on the chair, the man flips out! "YOU GET BACK TO THAT SEAT NOW! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?!?! GET BACK NOW!!!" "Woah guy...woah. take it easy there. not touchin' the desk. goin' back now. just...woah." "are you testing me? ARE YOU TESTING ME!?!" "woah woah there. no testing..." o man. i was too afraid to make complete sentences.
needless to say i didnt move for the rest of the period for fear of a laser sight popping out from somewhere and taking me out. class finally ended and (after proper warning was given to kara) and relaxed in computer programming...my save haven of technology. mr. c is pretty cool. i leanred some new stuff today so i was psyched. the bus ride was a horrible mess of tubgirl explainations and comparisons...like "Would you rather swollow someone elses snot or see tubgirl in person?" stuff like that. joe and i were being attacked because we know wut it is...others were made curious. so curious that they convinced me to go online using my cell and find tubgirl. couldnt find it...thank God.
pizza tonight! w00t!!! carter bailed on me again. im drawing plenty similiarities between carter and miles...both awesome and both flakey. carter's aunt from NY come down...so thats understandable. we're gunna go play some baseball and hit up the oasis with some fine women tomorrow, however. should be fun. i should b posting my first pic soon on lj. memories from strachan's class (ross perot anyone?) well im out
Silly daddy. You can't eat carpet.
Kenny