Today was like something out of a TV show, I put on Stephanie’s dark-bluish pinstripe pants, my fetish top with spiderweb armwarmers, my boots, and my bondage belt. I got to school, plopped my stuff in the student lounge and set off into the wild blue yonder. I rendezvoused with Amber and the chick who I can never remember her name, she had this eargasm thingy and this dude we call Mr. Stare was staring at us the whole time. We met Casey around the smoke box, and we hid from Mr. Hatfield for a while, then we went into the forest for a while, Casey and I made sex sounds whenever anyone came by, and invariably the people would come over and ask for cigarettes or something…it was strange. We voyaged back to the college, and hung out for a while. Amber and the other chick who I can’t remember her name went to school, and Casey and I had this in-depth conversation about David Lynch (a guy, not the director). We also talked to the chick from winter ball, whose name also eludes me. There were all these bugs like, everywhere. It was weird. It was SOOOOOO hot. I was dying in my boots. It was a sandal day, and I was not wearing sandals. Oh well. Well, Casey and me’s conversation was so weird, it was like something you’d see in a movie, we were all dressed nice, it was a beautiful day, and we were having a meaningless conversation about emotions. How much more TV can you get? Went to English, and due to my boot sufferings I wanted to sit in one of the comfy chairs reserved for the disabled people, one of the stupid bitches tried to take my chair, and I told her. “I deserve this chair, but I’m not going to be mad.” She’s all, “You have to have a note.” As if we were in first grade. “My doktor says I have a note, so I get the speshul chairs.” Smack. I’m getting an A. What’s that dumb bitch getting, a D? Thought so. Well, I didn’t let it get me down, Mr. Letko blabbed for a while about research papers, then collected our Remembered Person essays, then I went to the Art Nazi (who I was particularly dreading that day). I was SO hungry/thirsty. We watched this video about Frieda Kauhlo, or whatever her name is. I really wanted to get home, but Molly Emmons asked me to sit in on her journalism class, they were studying editorials, which is what I do for the Drift (the college’s newspaper). I begged my dad, and he had us eat at Buddy’s (this lame-o joint which has changed owners like twenty times), then I went to the college. I tried to find the class, to no avail, and the stupid office dude gave me the wrong directions. Fuck him. Anyway, the class was very enlightening, and I met this cool girl there. She reminded me a lot of a female version of Royce, it had to be her hair, it looked exactly like his. I’ve got to go and see him sometime. Well, I got picked up, went home, checked my e-mail, and both Kelly and Joshua (the Drift editor) had e-mailed me. Kelly’s was cool, (Taggart and Katie are still going out, ICK!), and Joshua wants me to rewrite my editorial on multiculturalism. Kelly gave me their address, so I can send them the book, and they can send me my book back. I hope I’ll get enough money this week to finance it. I’ll just slap a bunch of stamps on it. What do they care? Anyway, I’m really tired and I want to get a jumpstart on tomorrow, so I’m going to wash the dishes and go to bed. Hasta.
