Gosh, this life is boring me.
Damn, scool's rough. Salt surveys tomorrow.
Do you feel safe at school?
Do you feel safe at home?
Do other kids threaten to beat you up?
Do these questions piss you off?
Do you wonder why you're here?
Well suck it up; Everything must end in a question, right?
Are you fucking gay?
Arg.
Biology is way the hell over my head; yet I'm practically acing geometry.
I'm one of Mr. Charette's best students- but I can't pass my spanish tests.
And I'm sorry Mrs. Ricci, but I cannot play the part of Giles Cory in that stupid play. I can't act! I would love to do something like Props, or Costume; why must I act?
And carreer; what a joke. So you not see "GOARMY" written all over my notebooks? Why must I "explore" the known? It's a waste of time, and my grade reflects that. (This time, you WILL give me the extra 2 points for a hundred.)
Education is a frusterating necessity. I think I might even stay home "sick" one day this week. Or two. Because it is THAT boring.
Blah. So we had a "training excersize" for the juniors last night down at the station; learning how and where to shovel, operate the snow blower and how to properly open a garage door so the trucks can get out. Watch out, 9-11, here I come.
So.
I guess I'll play guitar now, on a more random note.
Goodbye.
Do you feel safe at school?
Do you feel safe at home?
Do other kids threaten to beat you up?
Do these questions piss you off?
Do you wonder why you're here?
Well suck it up; Everything must end in a question, right?
Are you fucking gay?
Arg.
Biology is way the hell over my head; yet I'm practically acing geometry.
I'm one of Mr. Charette's best students- but I can't pass my spanish tests.
And I'm sorry Mrs. Ricci, but I cannot play the part of Giles Cory in that stupid play. I can't act! I would love to do something like Props, or Costume; why must I act?
And carreer; what a joke. So you not see "GOARMY" written all over my notebooks? Why must I "explore" the known? It's a waste of time, and my grade reflects that. (This time, you WILL give me the extra 2 points for a hundred.)
Education is a frusterating necessity. I think I might even stay home "sick" one day this week. Or two. Because it is THAT boring.
Blah. So we had a "training excersize" for the juniors last night down at the station; learning how and where to shovel, operate the snow blower and how to properly open a garage door so the trucks can get out. Watch out, 9-11, here I come.
So.
I guess I'll play guitar now, on a more random note.
Goodbye.