| Garfield was right. |
[May. 10th, 2004|09:56 pm] |
| [ | Feelin': |
| |  okay | ] |
| [ | Listenin' to: |
| | Beastie Boys - Bonus Batter | ] |
Well today sucked. I woke up at 7:18, when I'm supposed to leave at 7:20. I left at 7:22, in the end, and that was a huge rush. Hair dry, stomach empty, discman forgotten, and wrong textbooks put in bag. I skipped Intro To IT, which was supposed to go from 9:00 - 12:00, anyway, so essentially I could have just slept in and taken my time.
Selda was being an annoying prat, as usual, but when she gave me some change to buy her lazy ass some Life Saver fruit chewz, the machine gave me two! Yeah!
I challenged Pete to Street Fighter and whomped his ass, so he beat me at pool. I was on the take next round... until it got to the end and I sunk the cueball with the eight. Then I won the next one, and realized I should stop wasting my money, for just one day. Matt came down next, and challenged me twice (first I won, amazingly well, second I sunk the black, after it freakishly bounced around) while he finally told me the story of his "wild weekend"... I'd been hanging out for the story since yesterday, when he came on MSN and regardless of mine and Peter's asking for the story, acted like we said we didn't want to hear it. He's such a cockhead.
So he thinks he had a threesome with two hot chicks on the weekend, after a beer festival. Pffft. More like sitting at home, drinking a VB, watching some porn. I really hate his bullshit stories, especially when he says something like "manage a trios" and I say "do you even know what that means?" and he's all "ummm... ummm, it means getting with two chicks, yeah?"
I tried to make him retell the story as often as possible, but for some reason he'd only tell it to me and Pete and Ashley. Kylie and Selda overheard it at best, and no one else really listened. But he was embarrassed and blushing, and he thinks he's such a pimp, but you know something? HE'S NOT!
Hmph!
Ummm, other than that, there was math, and then I got a ride to the bus-stop from Kylie. No private time, because we both had to race home to finish our Java assignments (which we both just finished right before the cutoff at 9:30, so I'm glad we used our time wisely), but I did get to watch some interesting stoners on the bus.
Mum's all huffy lately, because I apparently take the piss too often. I'd love one day to just point out how often she annoys me with her crap, like sarcastically asking "Hmmm, is that homework, is it?" when I have MSN open, or e-mail, regardless of the fact I can talk to people about homework.
Welcome to the 21st Century, bitch. |
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