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I'm Chelsea Beckett & Joseph Mark Trohman is my hero.
Cheers.

I’m every cliché but I simply do it best.




WHERE YOU WANT TO BE.

To the emergency exit door, no.


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chi; simply indescribable.
christina marie.
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ice.
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iman.
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Wednesday, May 14, 2008
...And She Retched And Retched To The Annoyance Of The People. 6:45 AM

Today was definetly not uneventful…especially the part where I spent almost half of English puking into one of the school’s un-flushable toilets. Eeuurgh. So let me start from the beginning of the school day…

We had Computer for the first two periods and we went to the lab. My computer’s Internet lagged so I went with Aikks to the other lab, where surprisingly the Internet was real quick. And that’s when Aikks showed me this really, really, REALLY gruesome photo.

That is a really disgusting photo.

Understatment of the year.

THAT IS THE MOST DISGUSTING PHOTO I’VE EVER SEEN. I SWEAR.

It was disgusting enough to make me puke out my breakfast. Dinner too and probably yesterday’s lunch. SERIOUSLY. Ask my classmates, that photo is SICK SICK SICK (another understatement). GAG GAG GAG. It should be Rated R man! *retches again*. SICK! So I noticed I haven’t mentioned what the photo showed. Take it from me; you do NOT want to see it. Unless you want your recent meal to come out of your mouth. Or have nightmares about boobs. Okay, yeah, it was a boob. A boob WITH HOLES! A BOOB WITH HOLES WITH WORMS IN THEM!! AHHHHHH SIIIIIIIICK *PUKES*. WORMS!!!!!! SERIOUSLY!!!! That’s what happens when you ladies wear your bras right after you buy em.

WORD OF ADVICE: WASH BRAS BEFORE WEARING THEM FOR THE FIRST TIME IF YOU DON’T WANT WORMS FEEDING ON YOUR BOOBS. SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK X.X

So yeah, I was stuck in the cubicle after that, retching and retching and retching again x/ Trust me, you do NOT wanna see what I saw. It made my hair stick on end. *SHUDDERS*

GEEZ.

So anyway, after deliriously puking in the toilet, we had English and well, Teacher English was absent. And has been for the past few days now. They say she’s in the hospital. Man, I know I hated her but not enough to actually send her to the hospital! Geez. I wonder what happened to her…man. Poor lady...I miss pissing her off :|

Since she was absent I went downstairs looking for Teacher BM to ask him to postpone our test on Thursday since I haven’t started studying yet, and because he gave us the wrong pointers and that there was not enough time to cram into two nights. I ended up debating with him in front of the whole 9A. Damn fun. When I went outside, there Teacher Ronnie was scolding the hell out of my class :| What a nightmare.

After English was Science. We were supposed to have a test today but you know me…I’m the class’s unofficial postponer. I always go up to teachers telling them to postpone the test if there’s a test on that same day or if we’re not ready yet. So yeah, I got Teacher Science to postpone it till tomorrow. I’m goooood. Haha.

Then we had break, did the usual. Except the part where me, Aikks & Mina run away from you-know-who. I think ***** finally gave it up. Oh thank God, *****’s finally got the hint. So anyway, we hung out as usual in the court and I told Josh about my puking episode and we started talking about the Austrian incest guy who raped his daughter. Now that is SICK. It’s all over the newspapers, y’kno. Man, what is wrong with him?!?!?!? ASSHOLE. I mean honestly, raping your own daughter?! Geez. The world needs God. BADLY.

After break, we had History. Just did some stuff in our worksheets…boring stuff. Me and Nicks kept going ‘in the jungle the mighty jungle the lion sleeps tonight’ and random times, pissing off people. Nice eh?

The last two periods were Math and teacher ran a little late so the class went gaga noisy as usual. It was way too noisy and Qawi was like, say ‘Jesus’ and everyone will look at you and shut up. I was like, ‘NO WAY MAN, I don’t wanna use God’s name in vain.’ And then he was like, okay say ‘Allah’ and then I went ‘Ya Allah’ and the whole class turned and glared at me. And I was like, ‘Well that obviously worked.’ Crazy eh? Honestly, you should’ve seen the look the Muslims gave me. Talk about using God’s name in vain huh?

And teacher arrived, much to the dismay of the whole class and we just revised stuff about Circles and all since we were having the test on Thursday. We were so bored; Qawi and I started passing notes. HAHA. It was like, MSN, only manual. Stupid. I know right? We just passed the paper to anyone who’d care to join. That went on until the bell rang. So here I am, at home, writing this…waiting for Rona’s to tell me she’s allowed to hang out on Saturday. I mean yeah, usually she is but her exams are next week and yeahh…you know.

PLEASE BE ALLOWED. PLEASE BE ALLOWED.

Anyway, gotta run, homework calls. Yeah, I know right?

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YESTERDAY.
-Da-Dum-Tssss
-The Rubik Ain't Impossible.
-Weekend Warriors
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-Why Not?
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-(Stuck Halfway) Across The Universe
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-Kebab.