Yup, we got busted. Not by the fat girl, but by her equally lard-ass mum. She chased us down the street (wow, I didn't know fat people could run that fast) screaming at us. Oh well, at least we got our work done. Now her treehouse reads "Melissa, Kaze, and Jess were here" in neon pink, yellow, and orange.

Today I finished reading my books. (We have this list of 24 books that we have to read to get rewards, you have to read 20 to actually get anything.) The librarian gave me this paper sack full of candy! I was all like "SWEET!" and ran over to a table to eat some of it. I pulled out this huge Twizzler (I haven't eaten the cherry kind in a million years!) and ate it, so I was on a sugar rush all. Freaking. Day. On the bus, I ate some more candy, so I was pretty damn hyper by the time I got home. Thus, my mood became "hyper".

Jessica loves Pixie Stix. I don't know why, I think she likes to snort them or something. o.o So any aformentioned Stix I didn't eat, she took them and "disposed of them". Who knows what she did with them?

Health today? We started our big STD brochure project. On Monday, we're going to the library to study a disease assigned to us. Since Jess has first hour health and I have seventh hour, Kaze and I are working together on this project. Oh, and we're supposed to look up a career that we want and find out what they make in a year, plus the colleges they go to and what the outlook for that career is.

That fat bitch? It turns out that she's in all of my classes. ALL OF THEM. Including computers. And in EVERY class, she gets the seat next to me. Since I sit in the back, alone (unless Kaze or Jess is in that class as well), it's pretty horrible. Her butt hangs off both sides of the seat, and... well you get it, it's repulsive. And she stinks! Seems like she's never used deodorant before in her life!
 

In math she always copies off my paper, as if she's too stupid to think for herself. Oh, her name's Kahla or something. Yesterday we took a test, so I put my folder up so she couldn't see, and Kaze and Jess followed suit. She failed the test, and I heard Kaze tell Jess, "I bet if Melissa hadn't told us to cover our tests, then she would've gotten a better grade!"

Dumbass Kahla.

Her only friends are a few other fatass chicks, plus a few of the cheerleading girls. She only ever talks to me when she's giving "orders" or commenting on how gay anime and manga is. (I draw Ouran characters all the time... remember the Tamaki Shoopdawoop in my first Live entry?) And to top that off, I carry my manga around all the time. I hate it.

We also share lockers in my high school, and since I share mine with a fellow otaku, I have no worries. However, I should be creeped out by this Kahla chick... just yesterday, I heard her telling her cheerleader friends that she was bi, and they all cheered. What the fuck? She just told you she was bi, and the most you can do is cheer? Some friends you guys are!

Well, that's all for now. Bye, I guess.

Lol, I've been helping a friend with her site lately. And it's biiiiig. So I was working on it all this time. :D

So anyways, I still hate band, only today it just got ten times worse. We left for the track at about 11:35, right? Okay, when we get out there, it takes us 5 minutes to get our lines and stuff organized, and the percussion start the song off. About halfway through, that whore student teacher stops the whole fucking band to point out how one trombone isn't holding her instrument at EXACTLY THE FUCKING RIGHT ANGLE. Calm the shit down, at least she's holding it up, unlike this kid in the back who keeps blowing his trombone in our (the front row of clarinets) faces.

To top it all off, when we have about a quarter of the track left to march around, she stops us AGAIN, this time to show the whole world how a trumpet in the second row of the band is too tired to hold her horn over the person in front's head. Chill, lady, the guy's practically six feet tall, and she's, what, 4'6"? Jesus.

At one point, the wench tries to line the whole freaking band up PERFECTLY. She comes through, and I'm walking about an inch in front of the right-most person. She grabs me by the collar of the shirt until I line up with the girl, and says "You're not lined up right. Line up." How the shit am I supposed to do that if I'm not allowed to move my eyeballs? You whore.

The school lunches are still nasty. They taste like a mixture of horse meat and rat testicles. Not that I would know what that tastes like, rofl. My friend ordered some milk from the school today and she checked the expiration date on the package because she said it "tasted so gross". Guess what?
 

 

THE FUCKING EXPIRATION DATE WAS AUGUST 26. Of this year.

Do they sell this bullshit at every school or what?

Happy now?

Yesterday we took a stupid male reproduction system test. Go me, go me. I failed. No, I didn't! I actually got an 17 out of 21 (yes!) which was at least 11 points higher than what I wanted expected. Let me say something now: I HATE THE FRICKING MALE REPRODUCTION SYSTEM. Not the guys themselves; but what we studied was confusing. Half the time I was like "Huh...?"

The school's lunch is so fucking nasty, I would eat a paper bag before considering eating the slop they call "food". Which is why I bring my lunch every day because I can't stand the maggots they serve and call "rice". (no, they're not maggots... but maggots would be better tasting)

Livejournal is STILL confusing, although I've gotten the hang of posting and things like that. o_o

Oh snap, I forgot my homework at school again... dammit. And they don't let us do our homework in homeroom, either. That's when we read. Fucking idiots, isn't that what homeroom is for?

Also, band is fucking hell. They make us march (that's not so bad) and we've been stuck playing the same song since March of last year. MARCH!! Look, I'm sick of playing that song, can we PLEAAAASE get a new one!? Sadly, no, since we have to play it in the Christmas parade (November 22... honestly, why hold a Christmas parade in November?). We've got this stupid whore student teacher who is ALWAYS FUCKING NAGGING the trombones and stuff. not that I care, because I play clarinet

"Hold your trombone up straight! Yeah, I'm talking to you too, trumpets!"

"You're at attention! You shouldn't be moving!"

"Hey, you! Suck your stomach in! Suck it in more!!"

"Look professional!"

"Look professional, band!"

"HEY YOU! LOOK PROFESSIONAL!!!"

"LOOK PROFESSIONAL NAO R ELS WORLD ENDS!"

Look lady, we're not professional, therefore you should shut the hell up. She is always telling us that we're doing something wrong, like we're out of step or something when we're not. Jesus, maybe I don't want to march with my freaking shoulder blades touching, taking itty-bitty little cheerleader steps because you say our glutes must be tight, and sucking my stomach in so much that my intestines are rubbing against my fucking backbone!

I fucking hate her because she's always, ALWAYS expecting us to look like a band that hasn't been practicing for only about a year. Whore. Just because she teaches college students doesn't mean she can expect that level of skill out of us ninth graders. Fucking retard.

Not like the regular teachers are much better. The assistant director is just as bad, thinking that while marching you can't move your freaking torso, or move your eyeballs, or stay less than 4 steps behind the person in front of you! God! He practically FORCES you to stare at something in front of you! He expects us to stay in line with the person on the right, but how can we do that if we can't move our eyes and LOOK, Sir Fagalot?

I want to quit, but I can't until next year. D: Dammit.

EDIT: Fuck, why does Livejournal have to have so many fricking moods? Jeez! I'm putting in a custom mood set right now, should be up in a few.
EDIT2: Up now! :D

NOTES AND SHIZ:
The Shortest Ouran Doujin Ever is
a small project that my friends and I
are working on. So far I have the first
page done. Bleh. ><