HOT LESBIAN ACTION!!!

I don't know. I keep writing about school, and I keep having nothing to say, but then taking two pages to say it. Well, it gives me satisfaction, it gives you guys something to read, and sometimes ensures a list of shoutouts. So...

Monday. Everyone hates Monday. Well, most people hate Monday. All I can muster is a general disapproval towards Monday. Since they recently made Breakfast free in public schools (it's for the test scores, stupid!) I decided to go and catch some. I left bright and early, but the stupid C train took 15 minutes to show up. So I hurled a small child onto the subway tracks. No seriously, small children have many uses, but throwing them onto electrified bars is not one of them. They're great for carrying your stuff, working in sweat shops, and even for Home Video television shows, but they should not be thrown at stuff. Anyway, I showed up pretty much, not early and did not eat breakfast. So it goes. In math class I finally got to transfer to higher learning, geometry (it's the study of shapes... and colors...), only to find myself in the middle of a lesson containing stuff I didn't know. Well, it's really not very hard, once you figure it out. I quickly learned to fashion a lean-to out of rocks, leaves, and branches. The geometry teacher is another fairly young, black woman. What's with that? My last teacher fit that description, but this one's nicer, and in seventh grade, we had Ms. Carpenter. Whatever. Weird. My friends are scary. People were, once again, admiring my sharp nails, and everyone wanted some more Freddy Kreuger loving. Really strange. This guy Will, he grabs my fingers and puts them on his arm, and he's like "Do it." I'm like "No! I'm not going to be your weapon of self-destruction" and he's like, "It's okay; I'm a man." And then I'm all like, "Uh..." That girl who I thought was kind of hot, even she is weird. She wanted me to scratch
her hard. She has on her left wrist what look like small, three-pointed scratches. They look like this: |||
I'm not sure if they are scratches but they look like it. Sort of like she cut herself repeatedly with a lobster fork. My other friend, the one who I've already said is weird always wears long sleeves, which could be a style or it could be like in this book I read, where the girl wore long sleeves to cover slash marks. Am I just paranoid or am I just in a much higher concentration of nuts than I'm used to? Oh god, please tell me I'm not going insane.

Lunch was fun. Our old recurring character, our old Junior friend, Dan (The Man) was back. Oh and this friend of mine was sitting with me and the weirdest girl when he popped up. Funny guy is Dan. Funny and strange. He kept indicating that I was gay and said some other weird stuff, all of which was really funny. Then this other girl, a sophomore, came and talked to us for some reason. She's a vocal student and was trying to dispell the myth (or apparently there's a myth) that vocal majors are untalented, drug-free, sluts. She swears that she's talented, didn't say much about the slut thing, and explained that she had just popped some sort of something this morning. Then Dan said that that wasn't cool, because that could be enough to overdose. Then they explained that drugs are cool, but overdosing isn't. At least, that's how I remember the conversation. I hate my life. Actually, I don't. It's interesting. It's a journey. It's time I escape my sheltered environment. Ha ha, Packer kids, you're in for a jolt when you graduate!

What else.... French was okay... History was cool... English is now a class I don't like. I can't believe it. English used to be one of my favorite classes, because it was easy and we got to read and have conversations and stuff. Now we still do a lot of that, but we have Ms. Handwerker, who's annoying. She's kind of like Ms. Fontaine (from Packer) but probably... more annoying. Man, I miss Ms. Seddon. She's the only English teacher who I can honestly say, kicked ass. Man, she's cool! The way Nick would always be really obnoxious, and then she'd diss him off, man... those were the days. I think I'm going now. I have to read more of this play that Ms. Handwerker gave us. It's called Fences. The original version had James Earl Jones in it. That's cool. He was great as Darth Vader, but I don't know where they taught him to fight so well, or fit him in that suit. Anyway, I gots to go. As always, write me... whenever.

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Nicky