this test is bananas! B-A-N-A-N-A-S!
man! today has been so eventful.
the rap went extremely well, i must say! and for you crazy physics kids, wilson wouldn't do it without uhler, so willars was cut. however, she will be doing it before midterms next year, don't even worry.
third period we had a pizza/dance party. it makes me really uncomfortable when people dance. instead of just laughing at how stupid they look, i feel bad for them looking stupid. and i want to tell them to stop but instead i just feel lame for not dancing myself. conclusion: dancing should be banned.
lunch we went and played cricket. i just watched. i would have played, but i didn't know the rules or half the kids there. watching people who are not athletic run makes me uncomfortable. today was just an uncomfortable day. mr powell's hat was so hot... i definitely had an identical one in sixth grade.
so i left school early to get ready for my job training at five. and then i get there and they tell me that since one of my new managers called in sick, we have to reschedule. AGAIN. apparently i have to be interviewed by this guy. i've already been interviewed by three people. dear god, can i just start?
also-- do all the adults in your neighborhood treat you like a juvenile delinquent? goodness. there's one lady in my culdesac whose stupid kid is ALWAYS on his bike in the street, and when i drive up, the idiot just sits there. eventually the mom runs up and scoops him up, glaring at me. once she even shook her fist. i hate her. you named your kid "plato", so shut the hell up. and then there's the old guy on the house on the random hill. dear god i hate that guy. he literally stands at the top of his driveway and watches me back up. with DISDAIN, i tell you!
so today i decided to mix it up a bit. as the guy watched me leave for job training, i turned up ludacris ('get the fuck back') started that ghetto slow nodding thing, and threw up a gang sign at him. ahahahahaha his face was priceless!!!! then i drove off, pausing every other beat. what a hoodlum!
i'm out. i have to go make my SADD shirt! you'll see its glory tomorrow.
the rap went extremely well, i must say! and for you crazy physics kids, wilson wouldn't do it without uhler, so willars was cut. however, she will be doing it before midterms next year, don't even worry.
third period we had a pizza/dance party. it makes me really uncomfortable when people dance. instead of just laughing at how stupid they look, i feel bad for them looking stupid. and i want to tell them to stop but instead i just feel lame for not dancing myself. conclusion: dancing should be banned.
lunch we went and played cricket. i just watched. i would have played, but i didn't know the rules or half the kids there. watching people who are not athletic run makes me uncomfortable. today was just an uncomfortable day. mr powell's hat was so hot... i definitely had an identical one in sixth grade.
so i left school early to get ready for my job training at five. and then i get there and they tell me that since one of my new managers called in sick, we have to reschedule. AGAIN. apparently i have to be interviewed by this guy. i've already been interviewed by three people. dear god, can i just start?
also-- do all the adults in your neighborhood treat you like a juvenile delinquent? goodness. there's one lady in my culdesac whose stupid kid is ALWAYS on his bike in the street, and when i drive up, the idiot just sits there. eventually the mom runs up and scoops him up, glaring at me. once she even shook her fist. i hate her. you named your kid "plato", so shut the hell up. and then there's the old guy on the house on the random hill. dear god i hate that guy. he literally stands at the top of his driveway and watches me back up. with DISDAIN, i tell you!
so today i decided to mix it up a bit. as the guy watched me leave for job training, i turned up ludacris ('get the fuck back') started that ghetto slow nodding thing, and threw up a gang sign at him. ahahahahaha his face was priceless!!!! then i drove off, pausing every other beat. what a hoodlum!
i'm out. i have to go make my SADD shirt! you'll see its glory tomorrow.