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To the emergency exit door, no.


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Friday, May 9, 2008
The Day Before Friday. Which Apparently Is Also Known As...Well, Thursday. 4:49 AM

I’m in no mood right now. Sigh.

***

So today 3 people got expelled. Teacher Ronnie won’t tell us who though but it’s gonna leak somehow anyway. I’m not sure what they got expelled for but I think it’s about the swearing/criticizing/explicit wordings of our Math teacher. Oh, pity. Sucks to be them.

Anyway, there was a fight yesterday between this senior dude and someone in my year. Remember the graffiti thing (previous post)? The senior dude found out who did it and almost beat up the dude in my year. The dude in my year confessed to the graffiti thing and boy, was the senior pissed like hell, cause it says he sucks c*ck. And he’s one of those dudes you DON’T wanna piss off, really. He’s the erm ‘emotionally troubled’; he attempted suicide about a couple of times this year. And he’s got this look on his face that says ‘I’m gonna kill you’ and yeah, he pretty much freaks me out.

So anyway, Ronnie made them apologize to each other…everyone was so sakai about it, practically half the school was watching behind the windows tryna see if they were gonna have another fistfight. I can honestly say his face looks like he wants so badly to beat the hell out of Awi, that’s the dude in my year. Eh, whatever, that’s their problem and right now I’ve got my own.

During PE we kept running away…from *****. Our teacher was absent and like, we could whatever so we spent the whole time running away from you-know-who (well, you probably don’t know since like, I censored *****’s name from the very beginning but anyone with any sense at all would know that I’m talking about *****) and still ***** kept sticking with us thinking we’re running away from someone else. Oh, the irony.

Speaking of which, Brandy and Qawi fought again today. Mmmhmm. Honestly, what is with those two? Once second they’re laughing like retards the next they’re telling each other to screw off. Brandy pulled Qawi’s chair and he fell and sort of injured his arm and he was so pissed he spilled his drink all over Brandy. And Brandy started swearing and then they started hitting each other. I spent the next 10 minutes telling them to apologize and get over themselves. Honestly. I will never understand those two. They might as well be a couple only they’re both guys. Geez.

Alright, I’m way too exhausted right now to write about everything that happened today…I think I’m gonna go crash on my bed now.

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November 2010

YESTERDAY.
-(Stuck Halfway) Across The Universe
-I Wasn't Too Sure What To Title This Post
-Kebab.
-Craving..
-RUNNING AWAY…FROM YOU.
-THOU SHALT DO THY HOMEWORK
-TO ELLS’ HOUSE AND BACK.
-FREE PERIOD.
-I Honestly Don't Like Blackouts.
-Where's My Capo?!?