The Epitome of Perfection
"Why is that guy riding a bike and carrying a cello on his back? Who does that?"
"That isn't a cello."
"Sorry, Ms. Instrument Person."
It was a guitar, people. Brandon wouldn't know that, now would he. Anywho, I can't remember where the fuck I left off. Good times, good times. Hm...I suppose we can think about this rationally, eh? I know I wrote about Saturday two times in a row, and I talked about Sunday. Maybe it would be easier to look it up. Yeah. That works, I suppose. Ah ha, I left off after Tuesday. So, Wednesday, it is.
I did nothing. Nice day. I didn't have Spanish which is always good. God, I hate it. Senor Henry is crazy. I much prefer English. Much prefer. Uh, Ian Hatch feels it necessary to call me either "Little Brendan in girl form", "Brendan but little and in girl form", "Brenda" and now, most of the time, "Brendina". Fun. I know. Blah blah. After school, me and Dick were gonna do our homework in IDS but we're cool and I had none I could do there before dance school. So, I bought myself a coca cola and got her some drink which she owes me money for now. Mua ha. Friendly, I am. So, her mom drove me home and I got ready for dance and did some of my homework. Not all of it. Yep, I know I'm cool. We picked up Felicia and we went to dance. We're with Iris and Michaela which is wonderful since we have no more friends aside from Heather, who can't dance for 2 months due to surgery. Blah. Sadness. There are some major ugly whores in our class. This sucks badly. But Heather came near the end of hip hop with Brandon and her mom. They drove my mom there. We all left and we told her about the other 2 classes. Blah blah.
Yesterday I came to school like the cool child I am. I did nothing yet again. Me and Lisa lost everyone else so we were just gonna walk to her place and do homework or something. Lj, Lau and Tara were by the Middle School so we went to Lisa's together and I designed a lovely new look for Clay Aiken. Muy sexy. Mi parental came and picked me up. The grandparents were over so I couldn't do homework till later. Wow. I'm cool.
Eff. Nothing happened today, either. Wow. Life is so interesting. Ms. Connors, the psycho bitch, doesn't like me wearing capris instead of shorts. This won't help insecurities. And my hair gets all gross after gym cause I actually play tennis. I don't just fuck around like I used to. This woman scares me. So, Mr. Gustafson's hands are still massive and the Sarsonator can't read. "Vee-a la bom". Yeah. My shirt said "Viva la Bam" and that's what she got out of it. Me and Ashley S. were the only relatively sane ones (or, not Armenian or Southern American or Greek) people in our group, so we stayed to ourselves. History needs to die badly. We took a quiz in math which I found super easy and feel I did well on. Hung out with Richardson, Dickerson and Yetti at lunch. Oh yeah. Fun times. Blah blah. Science sucks ice caps and my class sucks cause all they do is shoot spit balls. It is absolutely disgusting and they come right near me. Me and Lisa wrote a lovely note to one another. Me and Lau came to my house after school. We did nothing and more. At 8, we watched Jake Epstein, who is the most Jewish person I've ever seen. But he's still really hot and really pretty and I still utterly love him and wish Melissa McIntyre and her character would die. Smile. We drove Lau home at 10:30 and then I came here.
I have no life.
This is sad.
My nail broke. I need to file it. Dammit I have a lot of homework. Teachers are bitches. Big ones. Big nasty ones. I missed a comma there. FUUUCCK no one to talk to. So alone. Feel like sleeping. Too early to sleep. So sad that this is what my life is reduced to. So, so sad.
And my head hurts.
RIP Johnny Ramone. Sadness.
"That isn't a cello."
"Sorry, Ms. Instrument Person."
It was a guitar, people. Brandon wouldn't know that, now would he. Anywho, I can't remember where the fuck I left off. Good times, good times. Hm...I suppose we can think about this rationally, eh? I know I wrote about Saturday two times in a row, and I talked about Sunday. Maybe it would be easier to look it up. Yeah. That works, I suppose. Ah ha, I left off after Tuesday. So, Wednesday, it is.
I did nothing. Nice day. I didn't have Spanish which is always good. God, I hate it. Senor Henry is crazy. I much prefer English. Much prefer. Uh, Ian Hatch feels it necessary to call me either "Little Brendan in girl form", "Brendan but little and in girl form", "Brenda" and now, most of the time, "Brendina". Fun. I know. Blah blah. After school, me and Dick were gonna do our homework in IDS but we're cool and I had none I could do there before dance school. So, I bought myself a coca cola and got her some drink which she owes me money for now. Mua ha. Friendly, I am. So, her mom drove me home and I got ready for dance and did some of my homework. Not all of it. Yep, I know I'm cool. We picked up Felicia and we went to dance. We're with Iris and Michaela which is wonderful since we have no more friends aside from Heather, who can't dance for 2 months due to surgery. Blah. Sadness. There are some major ugly whores in our class. This sucks badly. But Heather came near the end of hip hop with Brandon and her mom. They drove my mom there. We all left and we told her about the other 2 classes. Blah blah.
Yesterday I came to school like the cool child I am. I did nothing yet again. Me and Lisa lost everyone else so we were just gonna walk to her place and do homework or something. Lj, Lau and Tara were by the Middle School so we went to Lisa's together and I designed a lovely new look for Clay Aiken. Muy sexy. Mi parental came and picked me up. The grandparents were over so I couldn't do homework till later. Wow. I'm cool.
Eff. Nothing happened today, either. Wow. Life is so interesting. Ms. Connors, the psycho bitch, doesn't like me wearing capris instead of shorts. This won't help insecurities. And my hair gets all gross after gym cause I actually play tennis. I don't just fuck around like I used to. This woman scares me. So, Mr. Gustafson's hands are still massive and the Sarsonator can't read. "Vee-a la bom". Yeah. My shirt said "Viva la Bam" and that's what she got out of it. Me and Ashley S. were the only relatively sane ones (or, not Armenian or Southern American or Greek) people in our group, so we stayed to ourselves. History needs to die badly. We took a quiz in math which I found super easy and feel I did well on. Hung out with Richardson, Dickerson and Yetti at lunch. Oh yeah. Fun times. Blah blah. Science sucks ice caps and my class sucks cause all they do is shoot spit balls. It is absolutely disgusting and they come right near me. Me and Lisa wrote a lovely note to one another. Me and Lau came to my house after school. We did nothing and more. At 8, we watched Jake Epstein, who is the most Jewish person I've ever seen. But he's still really hot and really pretty and I still utterly love him and wish Melissa McIntyre and her character would die. Smile. We drove Lau home at 10:30 and then I came here.
I have no life.
This is sad.
My nail broke. I need to file it. Dammit I have a lot of homework. Teachers are bitches. Big ones. Big nasty ones. I missed a comma there. FUUUCCK no one to talk to. So alone. Feel like sleeping. Too early to sleep. So sad that this is what my life is reduced to. So, so sad.
And my head hurts.
RIP Johnny Ramone. Sadness.