last night, i wasted no more than two minutes studying for american studies before i said "fuck this," and immediately proceeded to fall asleep. the thing was, i wasn't even sleepy, and i really did say, "fuck this."
which is why i got a 14 out of 30 on the multiple choice part of the test. i didn't do too well on the essay portion either, but it was more of a lazy "fuck this" mindset than it was "an utter lack of knowledge," as mr. day so quaintly put it the last time i fucked up.
call me comatose.
FUCKING SCHOOL! i know i complain on here a whole lot, but this is where i'm supposed to vent my frustrations. it's better than, per say, taking a fat fucking uzi sub-machine gun and shooting shit as i do sprints down the hallways of renton high school - although i could. it's also better than, per say, shooting myself in the face.
i'm so behind in school right now, it's not even funny - though it is sort of funny that the whole world will be missing out on any valid contribution on my part, since i'll either be serving your super-sized #5 at mcdonald's, or emptying your garbage can every tuesday. i suppose paying rent, eating a sufficient amount of food, and nurturing a heroin addiction aren't things that come cheaply.
but enough about that. somehow, i'll bring myself to lighter spirits by bringing my grades up. somehow.
i kid you not.
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afterschool, i had a lot of time to kill, so tyree and i went over to the auxiliary gym to spy on the gymnastics team, as they practiced. however, we really didn't do as much spying as we should have, before the wrestling team came out and began their practice, forcing us to leave.
swimming practice was alright. i just wanted to get it over with, because i wasn't in "the swimming mood." whatever the fuck that means. i'm still the worst person on the team, and it may stay that way for a very long time.
after practice, and my brother and i waited for my dad to pick us up from the school. i heard a knocking noise coming out of a red chrysler mini-van. i thought it was someone i knew, so i peered in closely through the tinted windows, and saw a bunch of young, giggling girls. ... weird.
after eating dinner, anthony picked me up, and we went to his house, where brian and roger were already at. brian rented a couple beat kitano flicks, and so we watched sonatine, which was funny in some parts ("no, you are the stupid thing!"), but kikujiro is still my favorite film by kitano, though i've only seen three of his films. roger also brought over the city of lost children, which was good too. i think i still like amelié better, though that may only be because of my affinity for melodramas.
writing this summary of my day made me feel really dirty.
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i've entitled the following conversation as "un luchador muy estupido yo conozco" (a very stupid wrestler i know).
Mitch RW 103: dude did your spanish clase have popcorn today
joseph guanlao: yeah
Mitch RW 103: wtf was up with that shit
Mitch RW 103: its tasted like fucking cheap mexican perfume or some shit
Mitch RW 103: i can still taste it cause its the last thing i eat
which is why i got a 14 out of 30 on the multiple choice part of the test. i didn't do too well on the essay portion either, but it was more of a lazy "fuck this" mindset than it was "an utter lack of knowledge," as mr. day so quaintly put it the last time i fucked up.
call me comatose.
FUCKING SCHOOL! i know i complain on here a whole lot, but this is where i'm supposed to vent my frustrations. it's better than, per say, taking a fat fucking uzi sub-machine gun and shooting shit as i do sprints down the hallways of renton high school - although i could. it's also better than, per say, shooting myself in the face.
i'm so behind in school right now, it's not even funny - though it is sort of funny that the whole world will be missing out on any valid contribution on my part, since i'll either be serving your super-sized #5 at mcdonald's, or emptying your garbage can every tuesday. i suppose paying rent, eating a sufficient amount of food, and nurturing a heroin addiction aren't things that come cheaply.
but enough about that. somehow, i'll bring myself to lighter spirits by bringing my grades up. somehow.
i kid you not.
-
afterschool, i had a lot of time to kill, so tyree and i went over to the auxiliary gym to spy on the gymnastics team, as they practiced. however, we really didn't do as much spying as we should have, before the wrestling team came out and began their practice, forcing us to leave.
swimming practice was alright. i just wanted to get it over with, because i wasn't in "the swimming mood." whatever the fuck that means. i'm still the worst person on the team, and it may stay that way for a very long time.
after practice, and my brother and i waited for my dad to pick us up from the school. i heard a knocking noise coming out of a red chrysler mini-van. i thought it was someone i knew, so i peered in closely through the tinted windows, and saw a bunch of young, giggling girls. ... weird.
after eating dinner, anthony picked me up, and we went to his house, where brian and roger were already at. brian rented a couple beat kitano flicks, and so we watched sonatine, which was funny in some parts ("no, you are the stupid thing!"), but kikujiro is still my favorite film by kitano, though i've only seen three of his films. roger also brought over the city of lost children, which was good too. i think i still like amelié better, though that may only be because of my affinity for melodramas.
writing this summary of my day made me feel really dirty.
-
i've entitled the following conversation as "un luchador muy estupido yo conozco" (a very stupid wrestler i know).
Mitch RW 103: dude did your spanish clase have popcorn today
joseph guanlao: yeah
Mitch RW 103: wtf was up with that shit
Mitch RW 103: its tasted like fucking cheap mexican perfume or some shit
Mitch RW 103: i can still taste it cause its the last thing i eat
posted by Jocagu at 11/28/2002 12:18:00 AM
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