  It's Thursday once again, it came faster than I expected. Things are moving along nicely. It seems to be getting progressively warmer as the year goes on, which is good thing. The cold was fun while it lasted(not that it's over yet), but it's starting to get old now. Besides, it does weird things to me when i'm tired, like making my legs feel weird, and as a result making me walk around school like some kind of retard. Retards, now that I mention them, are hilarious. I sometimes see them walking(or rolling in weelchairs) through the halls and everytime I wonder what the hell are these kooks doing here? It's obvious that they are retarded, so why are they even at school? I guess so people like me can laugh at them. If you ever look at them, specifically the down syndrome ones, they all look the same and it cracks me up every freakin time. I don't know what it is, maybe they just look crazy by nature, but it cracks me up. I usually don't laugh at the older ones for some reason, just the youngins.
Maybe it's because I tend to respect my elders, even if they are crazy lookin motherfuckers. Disorganization is a very bad thing, I learn that every six months or so when I have to clean out my backpack or room, but still I make no effort to organize things in advance. Like I used to say, there is "no need. " I'm not sure what is going on right now in my programming class.
I'm just sitting here typing this, blatantly off task, and nobody else seems to be doing work either. I suppose it is a free day. Sweet! My English teacher Mr. Phillips would never allow this. He works us to the bone, but that's the way I like it. All work and no play makes Dave a smart boy. I have to do so much homework tonight for that class, I have to write two essays, do six pages of homework, and type up one other essay. I brought it upon myself though, I had a week to do it but I procrastinate and it finally caught up to me.
It should be alright though, I had nothing better to do today. General Robert E. Lee of the Civil War was once quoted for saying "Duty is the most sublime word in the English dictionary", and in most respects I agree with him. Spanish class is next and it's pretty cool. I have learned to like Senor Gamache, even if he does enforce the dress code on girls who wear small articles of clothing, which leads me to believe he's gay, but is probably just his Christianism. Besides that he's really cool and I think he's a good teacher. Much better than my eighth grade Spanish teacher Mrs. Shideler, who couldn't speak English for shit. I have learned more at this point in Gamache's class than I did in a whole year in Shideler's. It is a good thing he changed our seats around yesterday, because there was this fuckin nasty ass girl that sat next to me and if I had to look at her one more time I would have puked, and that is an understatement.
She had a freckly face, extremely small head, nappy hair, mole covered body, the whole nine yards. Oh my god it disgusts me just thinking about her. I didn't even care if it was an attractive girl that got moved next to me, a guy would be fine, just move that ugly ass bitch!
So now a guy sits next to me, which is a huge improvement. A couple days ago, in Spanish, this kid suddenly started crying. At first I felt sorry for him because he has cancer and he's going bald from the kemo, so I thought he had a breakdown and started thinking about dying or something. Everyone was looking at him like awww. So Mr. Gamache goes up to him and is like "What's up? ", but he just keeps crying. So he's like "What's wrong? ", the kid says nothing. Gamache asked him a couple other questions until, at length, he said "You don't know how to do the work? ", and the kid shook his head yes. After that, me and the rest of the unsympathetic people in the class started laughing at him. It was funny because the people next to him were trying not to laugh after they heard that, so they were all turning around and letting out their compressed laughter.
I would have none of that, I was openly pointing and laughing at this kook. Cancer or not, why would you cry about not knowing how to do something? It is nothing to cry about, and that would do no good. All I have to say is, what a wuss. I just noticed that I have a stain on my pants.
It's in a weird place too, like the inside of my leg, how crazy. It is also an odd color, some type of light brown, it looks like rust or something. Oh yeah, it's from that Yoohoo I drank this morning, I spilled it all over myself. It's cool though, the milk stain combined with my crazy hair makes for an interesting and stylish ensemble. On an unrelated note, what is with all these people(Ricky, Dan, the Werewolf Kid) defending Stuart?
Are they not aware that he is a major league cakeboy? Come on man he is like the star player. Everytime Louie, backed up by me, tries to tell them that he's a fagety fucker they always respond with "no he's not gay, he has a girlfriend, he has a Z, he's awesome, he's the pimp. " Alright you queers, why must you do this? Do you normally defend homosexuals or are have you recently came out of the closet? In any case you should stop because it doesn't look very cool. I mean WAKE UP AND SMELL THE COFFEE, STUART IS A FAG BITCH. Anyone in their right mind who has seen him cannot deny that. Nevertheless, I will adress and dismiss the statements that were made in his defense individually.
He has a girlfriend? Well she's fat and ugly, a possible reason of why he went gay in the first place. "He has a Z, so he's the man in my book. " Ok, well not in mine. For one, he didn't pay for that car, he got it from his richy rich parents. So that doesn't even count. If anything it makes him even more of a worthless booger, and a spoiled brat.
For two, Zs are not cool. I don't think so anyway. If he wants to be a big shot why didn't he get a Ferrari or a Viper, or some other sort of luxury car. Zs aren't shit compared to anything like that. Lastly, he's in wrestling, and he reportedly sticks his finger up peoples asses. Now if that ain't gay then I don't know what is. As for the question of what i'm doing this weekend, the answer much more fullfilling than last week.
On Friday, once again, it is undecided. I think I have some stuff to do if nothing else arises, like get to sleep early so i'm rested up for the activities of the next day. Saturday is a whole different story. The plan is to get up around 10, gather the troops, and head to Hurst fairly early. We usually have a hard time getting there early, but if all goes right then saturday will be different. We have a great dicathlon planned, basketball and football. It may not sound so great, but it is going to be the shit.
It's gonna be Alan, Chris, Zac, Mike, Louie and I, and every one of us is hyped about it. I for one can't wait. Hopefully the day will live up to all our expectations and will be fun as hell. The dicathlon won't be the end of it either, afterwards Chris and I are going to the movies to see Darkness Falls, which should scare the crap out of us, but probably won't.
Then we will go back to my house and party the night away(most likely play video games/ Magic). I don't know what i'm doing Sunday, but sometime this weekend, Friday or Sunday, I have a few things to do. Among them are going to the flea market to purchase various videogame related materials, hanging out with Jesseca, and going to the card shop to participate in a MTG tournament, and win. LoL! This fatty just fell backwards in her chair and now everyone is laughing at her histerically, including myself. With that to keep in mind, i'm leavin. 
