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Picture of the day, blog entry will come later.
What a day I’ve had today. And for some reason, I still feel good about my day.
MORNING: MY FATHER MIXES FROSTED FLAKES WITH FRUITY PEBBLES. MMHMM.
TRAIN: Walk towards the train and then out towards school was the short brief moment where it was raining. Hard. Like. Clouds were shitting bricks on us. So we get in the train, blahblahblah I have no homework and I’m just chilling, and then nothing occurs on the train.
SCHOOL:
Chinese class comes around and bombs are dropped on me.They fucked our Regents week up! Now it’s just like. Regents 4 days off! I wouldn’t mind that much, but the day where we have one of our finals is on Chinese New Year! Fortunately on that day the only finals are on periods 1, 4, and 7. Now. I have no classes period 1, GYM period 4 (i doubt he’d give us a final for gym -_-) and Geometry period 7. Jesus Christ I just shit myself. I thought I had lunch 7th then I remembered that I had Geometry that period. Brace yourselfs. FUCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK Well who gives a shit, Geometry is fucking easy. Like this slut I know.
Ladida, blahbabiboopbi, I head over to MY FUCKIN’ GLOBAL CLASS, AND GET A VISIT FROM THIS BABE AND I’M ALL LIKE, “YO BABE, LET’S CHILL DURING PREFECT” so she’s all, “HELL YEAH YOU MAD COOL ALFRED” Okay so it wasn’t like that exactly, but it’s something along the lines of that.
Okay, Global class comes around, and Superman is ALIVE son, I’m on top of the class game MUDDAFUCKAAAAS. Suckers can’t touch me! <-Extreme Nerd Gloating. Except she gives this fucking quiz asking us where these two places are in Africa. DAMN YOU DREADLOCK WITCH, WHO GIVES A SHIT ABOUT AFRICA. I didn’t know the material, shut the hell up.
So Global class is done and I go CHILL WITH SOME BABES YOU KNOW? And then the teacher didn’t really notice, either that or the man didn’t give a shit. So apparently, cereal boxes are mad dangerous yo, they’ll puncture your palm. And then this real bitchy girl came in, so then WEAKSAUCE explains to me who she is and I’m like, “WHO GIVES A SHIT” and Bitchy girl is all, “did he just say who gives a shit?” In this tone like I just threw a brick at her fucking face or something. You’re no fucking queen, bitchy girl, so let’s get that sand out of your vagina, hm? So then WEAKSAUCE is all “HEY IMMA BE A HERO” like “oh he was talking about me” It was real awkward too, but I just wanted to ignore her to make her feel like more shit (the super bitchy girl). BUT IT’S COO’ WHATEVER. So prefect is over, and I head for gym.
While heading towards gym I was thinking around, “Hm. Life has been pretty good to me lately. 2009 is looking to be a great year.” THEN BLAM KABOOM LIFE JUST BANGCOCKED ME SO HARD. It happened after gym class, but let’s talk about gym class right now. Nothing interesting, except. DON’T THROW WATER BOTTLES AT EDDIE, HE’LL PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE. So. Since I was hanging@prefect I had to rush to get to my gym class and rush to change. In this rush my keys fell out of my pocket, and I just chucked it in the locker, closed it, and left. We come back to change, and everything is swell, I THINK I have everything in my pockets. Then while walking towards my next class I feel up my pocket, JESUS CHRIST, I DON’T HAVE MY KEYS! So I rush back, but the locker is now already taken by some unknown faggotron. I show up late for my Woodshop class, and ask if I can leave early get it when it opens. Teacher says okay. So at the end of the class, I rush out, leaving all my stuff in that room. I rush in there and turns out those fucking kids have a double period so I have to come back again! I go back to my woodshop class, get my bookbag and umbrella and leave for lunch. Now I ask the lunch attendants if I can leave early for this, and they say sure. So then I rush again, and then the fucking faggot doesn’t even have my keys in there. Fuckhole nigger dick faggot.
So I had Geometry next, and on my way to geometry class I realized I didn’t have my calculator. So I ran, to my Woodshop class cause I used it there last. Oh SIKE IT’S GONE TOO. I am now pretty much pissed, and head towards my geometry class, also late. I think I focus better when I’m not in a good mood, because the first time this year I did not sleep in his class. I was too busy raging. But I was doing all the work quick as shit. I’m like, The Hulk if he got smarter when he got angrier. During the finals, everybody, I wish to have the shittiest day possible! 
Chemistry class we had to make a skit describing any type of reaction. Combustion, synthesis, decomposition, etc, whatever who gives a fuck. I thought it’d be easy, (SINCE I’M A YOUTUBE STAR) but it’s actually harder than I fucking thought man! By the end of the period, my group had all these wack ideas. Except for the idea where I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, she said “You’re moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air”.
English class I find out 10% of the students in our school are gay! (BULLSHIT statistic btw) and only 75% have only heard “gay” or something along those lines used as a negative term. What are the other 25%, deaf? Everywhere you go in our school you hear that shit like 24/7, assfag liars.
So I found out I didn’t have to work today so after I asked SHIRLEY FUNG out(she said no, she must be a lesbian) I head over for some tutoring for Chem Lab. At first the teacher is keeping us out because he still has a class inside. I understand. THE OTHER FAGGOTRON DOUCHEBAG ASSHOLE MOTHERFUCKERS THOUGH. “WHAT THE FUCK IS PATIENCE” are knocking at the fucking door screaming out some stupid shit and I’m just chilling there thinking “How aren’t these kids freshmen?” So about 20 minutes after he opens that shit up and we rush in. He says he’s going over what most of the kids are there for. Some of his lecture class students have a test the next day and keep going like “we have da most people right? we got the most people. i think we got the most people. yo do we have the most people?” I’m sitting there thinking like, SHUT THE FUCK UP. Then we have some annoying Chinese girl that has an accent like my mother and a voice like a harp being played with a porcupine.
So through all the annoyance I get my shit done (20x harder because I don’t have my T1-81 ;-;) And leave with my nigga Yeest. He comes with me to Chinatown and I get my mom’s keys and some food and we bounce outskis. There was really no point of him going, but it’s cool cause we niggas. You know who looks like Harry Potter? The guy that plays Harry Potter in the movies.
So I head home wanting to fix my lack of a calculator, and I buy a 10 dollar one from CVS. Get home. That shit don’t even work. I try looking for spare keys and my room is mad dusty, and I found an old journal. I was still awesome two years ago, damn.
I finished my homework lickity split and sucked some dicks ate some delicious NOMNOMNOM food. EXCEPT I JUST ATE THIS CELERY SHIT AND IT’S MAD SOY SAUCE-ISH WHAT THE FUCK
AIGHT THEN
