I am sick. Really, look how gross that is. Who the heck does that. I disgust me. But it tasted so good.

Today sucked. It just so did. Awful.

There were three funny things today.

The Atticus beanie. “Chrysta give me my hat, no seriously, what the heck did you do with my hat.” “Dan, give it to me, now.” “SARAH!!!” “Justin, dude, you have my hat.” Poor guy. Why did I respond when the whole “Butt-chin get up.” thing started? Oops? Jon shouldn’t say that I don’t think. I mean, Chrysta, if Jon wants to take this whole butt thing to a new “hairy” level.. We’re ready for him. Right? Hello? Alone again, dammit.

Jeff told me I smelled like poop. So I told him he was a gassy fag. Need I say more?

I got a starburst in my eye. I found a package of starburst and tried to open it and it ripped fast and they shot up into my eye. It was bad. Then Ms. Dacey was like “bla bla this is why you shouldn’t be eating in the computer lab…” and I was like oh yeah? Well, technically we shoulnd’t be suring the net, checking our mail, listening to MP3s and screwing around either, but I am and what on earth makes you think I am going to stop eating my starbursts? NOTHING. So I was like.. “MY EYE MY EYE, MS. DACEY THERE IS STARBURST IN MY EYE.”

Lunch was gay. I threw my fries at the Mohawk kid. All the fries. They did not taste good at all so I was upset with them and threw them at the first weird thing in front of me. It just happened to be the Mohawk kid. Steph, Chrysta and myself ran rampant around the café with Jonny’s Angels signs stapled to our clothing. The people at the emo table were queers. I couldn’t stand them. Ugh, they are so retarded. Not emo at all. What is wrong with you people? Do you take pleasure in bothering the shit out of me? How did you all get so poserish? How? I don’t have the faintest clue. All I know is you suck. Pathetic.

Yes so today was lame and irritating and I have a shit load of homework so now that I have been pissed to the point of GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR, I AM GOING.

Jerks.