Fuck yes, I did.
You best believe I keep my promises hamie.
Best believe it.
Anywhoooo. I'm having a pointless motherfucking conversation, and I'm bored.
So, I've decided I have assured myself that I need to blog about something, and that something will be my mood today.
The first half of the day was A-okay. I was feeling fine, not too disappointed with the 0-0 tie against Rancho the day before, after our "technically undefeated" season. Not finally, we have 3 more games still, but its we are going to remain "technically undefeated". I was fine with there being a substitute teacher in place of Symmonds The Great for English this morning. I was still radiating with joy after I found out I got all of my credits back the other day because my "transcript" from NZ had finally gotten approved after a 6 week vacation being pondered over at some grey building in California. I was all good with taking an Algebra Prognosis or whatchamacalit test again, because I actually knew how to do the work. I was perfectly okay sitting on the floor in the showers of the girls' locker room with Thing 1, Thing 2, Laura, Giselle and some other chick taking notes on Hockey.
At least, I think I was fine.
It was in Period 7 that I started feeling kind of, really, hecka, down. Motherfuckingshitofaclass Period 7.
Period 7 Photography 1.
Where Miss motherfucking Jensen is.
Miss Jensen the uptight 28 yr old whore chick who is insanely uptight/conceited/self-centered/egotistical/self-important/full of ones self and who somehow almost make everything about herself. Even when she says she's "thinking about the students" it is still certainly most obvious that she is thinking about herself. When she is talking about the film developing process she is talking about her pictures back in high-school where she took killer pictures and won contest.
Blah blahblah Blah SHUT THE FUCK UP.
Shit, she pisses me off so bad. I swear. FUCK. I hate that class!
But I'm thinking that you need to take photography to be a photojournalist.
I was pissed. What with Candy Cane Student Council girl with the Juicy Couture bag going "OHEMGHEEEE *whinny like a horse" every 7 fucking seconds and other shit going on around me. I was annoyed with everyone. They were annoying. I wanted to die, I swear I did. If I still was in that mood right now I would say "I don't want attention, I just want to die"
But I'm not in that mood right now.
No siree.
Hmph. What else should I blog about?
Oh! I know.
So, I've got Health for the 2nd semester right. Where you learn about peer pressure, and your health triangle, and saying hell no, and watching movies like Super-Size Me. Oh, and where you get a bright blue form for your parents to sign agreeing that the teachers may teach, uhm, Sex Ed. LOLOLOL. So, I just kinda left the form there on the kitchen bench, you know, to avoid any sort of awkwardness, but I still kinda got it. My mama was all like "Well this is important Ate, you know you can get pregnant at 15 right?" and I'm o all like "woah woah woooah! Chillax mama, let me have a boyfriend first or at least allow me out of the house. Chilllaaaaax"
Whats funny though is, my mama worked in a maternity clinic back when we were in the Philippines, and there were life sized molds of certain parts of the male and/or female anatomy. By the time I was 6 I could point them out and say "That is a penis!", "That is a vagina!".
And she expects me not to know about the birds and the bees.
Pfft.
Oh hey! remember Skippy? Do yah, do yah, do yah? Well, remember Rayshawn? Her not-so-secret admirer. Yes well, SKippy walked into him the other day and he gave her a peck on the cheek. And then yesterday she walked into him again andhe insisted on walking with her around the school asking for Skippy to give him a kiss. Skippy was like "Noooo. Don't be stupid". He gave her another peck on the cheek.
Skippy finds Rayshawn annoying.
Hrm.
I have more to say now that I don't have time.
Typical.
The parents are home. I must go to sleep.
Until next time, friends.
ina