Wednesday, October 02, 2002
I just got back from school. My table had bits of pastel stuck on it. The table is big and black. I rubbed one of the pastel bits into the table. The pastel and who knows what else was on my finger. Jody gave me a piece of beef jerky. it got stuck in my teeth. Do you know what I hate the most.? The absolute most?(at school that is) The very very very VERY most. (beware, I am going to start yelling soon) Well, what I hate the very very very very very very very most is boys. But not all the boys. Just the ones who talk when their supposed to be quiet. The ones who think that the rules are above them. The ones who are popular and stuck-up. The ones who are currently in my Painting and drawing class. I HATE THEM ALL. I really do. THEY SEEM TO BE IN EVERY SINGLE ONE OF MY CLASSES. Except for Library TA of course. But, even then classes come in and all the guys sit at one of the tables and talk. LOUDLY. In the LIBRARY. And guess what they talk about so LOUDLY??? I think I'll leave that to your imaginations, dear readers. IF, ANYONE AT ALL is reading this. I have a black trenchcoat. Very matrix-y, or at least i think so. I got much ceramic dust on it when we had an earthquake drill. The bottom half is dirty gray now. I think that i will write some abstract poetry now.
