So, I’ve been holding this off because every time I get home I’m too tired to spend time on DeviantArt, but…

MY WEEK WAS SOOO FUCKING RIDICULOUS!!!!

Monday

First, the College Fair, which wasn’t too bad except the ventilation in that sap-shack of college speakers, some random UCS building, was stuffy as hell. I nearly collapsed in front of Boston University it was so suffocating. To top it off, it was hot as holy hell, but me loving my jacket and being immune to most heat because of it, could tolerate far more than others. But it all seemed a bit “disordinada”… I don’t even think I spelled that right.

What I thought was hilarious was that the majority of my friends assumed we wouldn’t make it back to school by 4th period, so they didn’t do any of their history homework. I, of course, did. People were stalling like a motherfucker- (Microsoft actually counted this as a word)… they wouldn’t let me go to class- Told me to round up the rest of our classmates to join in a group bathroom trip to waste time. Believe me, as soon as they were gone, I trudged myself to class, backwards.

Idiots.

Turns out because the majority of the class was on the trip, our teach didn’t even go over it.

Tuesday

I honestly can’t remember what happened today. Maybe today was the best day of the week, because I can’t recall a damn thing. With the exception of going to Calculus tutoring from dance rehearsal and then going back being a pain, nothing really stands out on this day to complain about.

Oh! I know, I found out one of my guy friends likes me. For the sake of not letting anyone who reads this that go or went to school on, I will not say his name. But a friend of mine, who does not like this guy one bit, told me that he came up to her and told her that he wanted to ask me out to the prom, but if I didn’t like him in return it would jeopardize the comic project we’re working on together. That’s how definitely knew Yana was telling the truth, because she can’t stand this boy, and she wouldn’t have known anything about the comic.

So I’m in denial. It’s not fun, and it’s awkward, but I’ll survive.

Wednesday

What the hell happened this day…I honestly can’t remember…. Damn.

Well, my History is trying to get me together with a senior in her other class, because she thinks we’re so compatible. I know who he is- he’s the President of my Anime Club, and boy do I think he’s hott. He’s constantly carrying around his guitar, but plays it very rarely, and when he does he is fucking awesome!

Thursday

God damn custodians!!!!

Ok, I had to pee really really badly, and the bathroom was locked, so I kicked the door in a fit of irritation. All of a sudden a janitor comes out and starts barking at me, because she was in there. How the fuck was I supposed to know that? I had my iPod on and the damn was closed. So I barked back because I wasn’t going to take this shit lying down. So she decides to call Security, and I was like “fuck it- I can keep playing this game. Because one way or another, I will be taking a piss.” So a teacher I know well, Mr. Jackson (who is a nutjob), walks by and the janitor calls him over, and he’s trying to assuage my agitation while the janitor calls security on me. So I said, “You know what? I’m done with this,” and I walked away. I gave her a little wave and marched upstairs to use the bathroom that was open for use.

Number one, who the hell cleans a bathroom during passing period? That’s the only time we get to take a piss because most teachers- okay- my teachers wouldn’t allow it. So I used the restroom upstairs and by the time I was done she was waiting outside with the security. She tells he’s there to take me to the Magnet office, and I mentally said fuck that and kept walking to my class. So he followed me, peaked his head into my class, and then about ten minutes later there was a referral for me to go the Magnet office. Like hell- I was going fucking nowhere. I’ll be damned if they pull me out of my favorite class (AP US History).

I found myself actually looking for a reason to have them suspend me. Then I could spend more time on the computer at home. Since then, I’ve heard nothing… the greatest thing about my school is that they are so indifferent towards anything and everything that after a few days, I knew this shit would pass.

Friday

Ugh… today started alright- a test in Spanish and History, neither of which I studied for. I think I got a B in both. Since that janitor episode was soo major, and I knew my class could hear it, I’d been evading my teacher’s questions about whether or not I actually went to the magnet office. Then we had a talk, like we do always every day- she’s like a school sister for me- and we discussing drugs and alcohol and whatnot because of a survey that was coming to our class the next week. I pretty much listed every alchy beverage I have tried (rum, wine, gin and juice, coolers, tequila, wood), and how I prefer smoking over drinking. But I do neither, but I have smoked, and I don’t understand the dependency clause that comes with the habit. My dad smokes though, and I love the smell of it, and the smell of the plastic wrapper his Marlboro comes in… My mom smoke huka (I don’t even think I spelled that right) and cigars.

But anyway, the friend who likes me was sick on Thursday and came back. I think he got me sick- or Lauren did- I’m not sure. After dance rehearsal I was pulled along with a few friends and we pretty much raped H&M (A German clothes department). Then we stood in the middle of Hollywood and Highland’s Plaza and made asses of ourselves in front of tourists and residents alike, running through the water fountain that shoots up from the ground.

Soaking wet, we walked into IXX and browsed around. All in all it was all fucking hilarious. Then we parted ways and I went home.

What’s bad about this day is now it hurts to swallow, and my head feels congested and I’m burning up. So I have no idea what I’ve caught. I took a rest, woke up and felt even shittier. And tomorrow I have Calculus class.