look what you've done, you gigolo! well today was okay i guess. i fucking hate parker. he made us do 10 jumping jacks until we could all stop together. we proably did like 500 of them, i swear. seriously, not exxagerating at all. and then... oooh, mom'll be super fucking pissed at this. you have to get a certain number of shit to pass the "pretest" you want to know the fucking criteria??? 45 situps for girls to pass, 24 pushups. want to know what i got..? 5 situps, 10 pushups. she'll fucking shit a brick. and i know, that seems like nothing to some of you, but for someone who has never been able to do a sit up, 5 is impressive really... not necesarily good. but i mean, fuck, i have bad wrists. one broken twice. the other broken once. it is not easy to push my big fat ass up off the floor. i fucking refuse to do whatever else he's going to make us do. actually, what i'm telling my mom later is that, i dont care what we have to do, i refuse to go back to that class on wednesday. but the rest of the day was okay. fuller is weird... i hate reading assignments. my chem teacher is a fucking ditz. i hate homework, just for the record. walked to subway for lunch. sam gave me banana nut bread. FUCK YES!! YUM!!! arjay, rachel and i got our sandwiches, sam and monse went to sconecutter. haha. walked back, got attacked by a bee, and ate our lunch in english. it was pretty nice. my funyuns tasted like ramen noodle chicken powder, so i gave them to sam. gwen is werid but nice. we read these poem thigns and did analysis. hm... does this seem just a bit familiar???? ajray took like 6 ibprofen. oh well. its her unconcious suicide. decided to ride the bus w/ her. so... she made jordan sit next to her and used him as a desk to write on her arm in my pretty, lovely pens. oh well. he sort of talked to me. not much. i was too busy listening to hedwig to really care today. hahaha i'm so nice today huh? walked home. and now... well... i'm here. hahahaa. and technically, i am banned from the computer until friday or something... but... hm. two hours of unsupervisedness, you really think i'm going to oblige to your punishment? when a large portion of my life resides on this thing.