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Ho hum, it would so seem

Sep 02, 2009 - 0 comments
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Ross YAP

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That for some reason I didn't fill in anything but the journal yesterday? It's taken care of though. I started school today. I have a voc class- cooking. I'm very excited, it seems really fun. I got a school ID, and we're gonna get uniforms. I'm just really pumped up for it. It's even better than I originally thought it would be. I just wish I had some friends in the class, that would really be the icing on the cake, if that's not pushing it with the puns, right?
Spanish II pisses me off already because I can't understand what she's saying and I feel like everyone else can. And I'm one of the older kids in the class, a junior in a sophmore class. It's just frusterating. And then Biology. I ******* hate it. Nine kids, I clash with the teacher, I don't understand it. I do not want to study RUBBING ALCOHOL. And she WOULD NOT GIVE ME THE ASSIGNMENT. I asked like six times. Overall the class is a waste of my general time. Then I had US History, which seemed alright, considering. There will be jolly ranchers and well, that makes it all worth it, doesn't it? I left early, to start the year of well, to go to YAP. We got another new kid- Ross. Talked about abusive relationships, lol. We're misconstrued a lot, because we kid alot, we're sarcastic and tease and it confuses my answers on those things. You should of seen the strange looks I got when I had to raise my hand for answers no one else had, ha. And Shei kicked the couch when I didn't put my hand up at all. WONDERFUL. Ha. We played catchphrase, and of course I got the word deepthroat. And so I would have had to describe and act out the act of deepthroating. I turned purple/ red and was like I CAN'T DO THIS. And they're going, You can! And I'm like NOIREALLYCANT. And I didn't. I had already used up my extra clicks. Damn. It was not a highlight in my day, especially when they explained to me that deepthroat was also like, that secret agent in a war or something. And I'm like yes, on the spot with a buzzer going, a sixteen year old girl, first thing I'm gonna think is OH DEEP THROAT! THAT'S THAT SECRET AGENT GUY IN THAT WAR! We drove home and Shei tired to show me a road and I didn't get it cause this place is damn confusing. All fourteen years I've lived here.  She asked if I'd talked to Kelly and well, no, I haven't. Frankly, this whole thing is freaking me out a little bit too close to a lot for comfort. I wish I had someone like, at my school. Someone closer to everyday life, to speak to. Who could relate. You know? I couldn't even answer if I'd spoken to her correctly. It was overall a very embarassing day for me. I looked nice though. I missed everybody. Oh, by the way. I have lunch with my brother. I thought I had absolutely no friends there- thank bejesus Jamie and Nick were there and then we sat with Dana, and some other idiots. Woo. Crisis avoided.

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