OK, so I thought for once I might write a decent journal entry....so her I am. OK so...right....journals are about stuff. yeah. like what happens. and stuff. And internets are for not giving out personal information where my personal creepy stalker boy might find it. yeah. (No not you Doug. You know I love you anyways...even when you FAIL epically. Like right now.)
Ok. back to what I'm supposed to be writing. Because I definitely know what that is. *choke choke hack hack no I don't* right....this mourning...I got up...and I was like this is terribel. why did this happen? what cruel twist of fate condemned me to this torture? And then I had coffee and the balance between good and evil was restored.
And after coffee ( heart ) I....made more coffee? and then I got dressed and ready and went to school....where I was late..although that paled in comparison to the cruel, cruel truth that I had forgotten my coffee. I suffered through my first period class in the agony of despair, abandoned by the world and all of its inhabitants, doomed to suffer from coffee deficiency until second period when I bought some.
In the glorious freedom of second period, during which time I daily escape the chafing shackles of my studies, I contemplated many profound and esoteric theories with my close friend and confidant Sarah. The fruit of our cogitation? The deposition of much data supporting the curious conclusion that Kugs is, in fact, a vampire.
(look, I managed to tell you that in such a way as to annoy my virtual stalker, but you'll know who I mean if you know the guy. and I sounded pretty too.)
Ok, so by this time I had gotten enough caffeine in my system to be fully awake, so logically I should remember what happened during latin. Unfortunately for you me and the rest of the universe, life is the most illogical thing I have ever encountered. (Unless you think. Which would involve going into details. Which we're not.)
Ok. so, after latin and law, of which I remember nothing, I once again escaped the shackles of structured education, this time to eat lunch. which I didn't. (I'm on this ADD stuff that makes me pretty un-hungry during lunch) I migrated tables in order to practice my artistic finesse on davids arm
(I do love art, and am most notably an art student-however the art teacher at my school has offended me to the extent where I will never take another class from him. perhaps I will discuss this later)
And then I went through many more boring classes of which I will tell you nothing, for this begins to resemble a paper, which I refuse to be writing on premise. (AKA way to many long papers this week)
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