the driver.

my, speakers.
i encourage children to do bad things.

dammit.

mrs. **** is a bitch. call's home to tell my mom that my grade dropped cuz i missed last week's work. ugh. now my psp and phone are gone until next week. by that point i will have completed the work and got my stupid grade back. idk why she called, i told her this morning i was gonna get it either today or tomorrow. she didn't threaten to call then. nooooo. well, at least that's all she took. i still have other means i can use to keep my music portable. and she didn't take the headphones (rookie mistake).

now, with that wicked tidbit out of the way.

another wicked tidbit.
----'s not gonna be here tomorrow. i'm mad at her, and i told her so. she's babysitting these homeschooled kids at some "awesome house" for the day. she'll be back monday, but still...that's friday gone. now i see how she feels when i miss our daily lunch rendezvous. hm, idk where i'm gonna sit. i've only sat with her these past 4.5 weeks. where do i sit now? quite the conundrum. maybe i can get into the library. hopefully. maybe the retards are finish retaking the test that they failed the first time around.

now, with that wicket tidbit out of the way.

oranges are amazing. i love them now. they're great when you're hungry and dehydrated at the same time and short on options.

viva naranjas!!!

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