YEARBOOKS.

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good story: i skipped first period. had a chocolate chip muffin. didnt eat lunch. and so i get out of fifth period, and go to get my yeabook. i dont have my ID card, but i have my class schedule so i figure the Hairnets will grant me the privledge of recieveing my yearbook. so after 1 hour in the blazing sun, face drenched with the sweat of the entire fucking football team in front of me, a sore ass from the multiple penetrations resulting from the pusing and shoveing of the remainder of our line, and a headache, johnny s. finally gets to the front of the line and asks is we have to have our IDs. by that time, i am 2 people away from sweet sweet victory, and lo and behold, the answer was no. i pushed the matter and argued until blue in the face, but left with anger issues and empty hands. on my way to my locker, thoughts of igniting that bitch's white mop of hair, just sitting there on her stupid, wrinkly, old head, taunting me with evil snares and cacking as her spider-veined hands wave a yearbook in front of my yearning eyes, ran through my head. just light her on fire, i thought menacingly. everyone will be too preoccupied with trying to locate the emergency fire blankets and fire estinguishers that i will have already disposed of to even notice me taking what is rightfully mine. but then my mother arrived and told me my ID card was in the car. so i went back and only waited 5 minutes before i got it. now, after all that, if i had lit that lady on fire, i would have felt like a real dumbass having my card readily available the whole time. good thing i didnt, eh?

oh, and they look good. really good seeing as i am not pictured. praise the Lord.

just got back from the Angels game with elise. so much fun. nachos, gangsta pictures and dancing made my life complete. rad to the max.

<3 heather