Study Hall experience of September 18, 2006
Everybody loves my pen. It is awesome. Its tip is puce yellow and the body is made of see through plastic. You can see the ink inside a tubular thing. It looks blue black. The hat for my pen is the color blue of my favorite pair of undies. And my pirate shirt. My pirate shirt is that color blue, but not the entire thing. The lady in study hall is distracting me because she is loud and bitchy and ugly. Her voice irritates my ears. Right. The pirate shirt has a skull with one socket shaped like heart. It has crossbones underneath it and little swirly thingies around it. t has no sleeves. I have a headache because of the fugly lady in the study hall. Everyone at lunch, including Ben, Ben, Alex, and myself. I’m going to read what I wrote again. Umm, those people were all grabbing and trying to steal the pen I lodged in my hair. I am now the reason why the Ben who I wrote “maya was here” on his arm will commit suicide. He is now my new stalking subject. I used to stalk Panos, and David, and this random dude from kindergarten. Now, all my attention will be focused on Ben. And David. Kindergarten man and Panos are boring and have no life. I hate study hall. Highschool has absoltuelt no hot guys to speak of. At all. I found a plastic knife on my study hall dest that I happened to sit in as well as a little packet of pepper. I put them in the slot of my English binder. This is my English notebook. I think it’s the back. Yes, it is. What was I talking about? No hot guys. David is HOT. and CUTE. and ADORABLE. And HUGGABLE. And HILARIOUS. Ewww. The fat nice study hall lady is wearing white pants and you can totally see every bit of her underwear. My eyes are burning and I am now scarred for life. Again. I sound valley girlish. I am NOT. David is tall and has dark, semishort hair long flippy hai. He is a FABULOUS dancer and incredibly understanding. ¾ years isn’t much. (3 or 4, not 3 quarters.) Shrimp is good with green slushie. Yum. I need gum. I left it in my bag in my locker. Shits and hits and pits and mitts and wits and crypts and bits and dits and fits and zits. I hate all and every kind of essay. They suck and I suck at writing them. I love French, J’aime francais. Je ne l’aime pas essays. J’ai oublie le mot anglais, non! francais pour esssay(s). Tu connais mon francais writing ? je connais ! Je sais ! je deteste let bete et naif personages. Ils sont bete. Tres stupide. Je deteste them !!! Mais, j’aime gateau au chocolat. Avec creme glacee et whipped cream. Et fudge. Fudge au vanille. Now to read it again. Actually, I don’t feel like reading it again. my favorite pair of undies are blue and stretchy and tagless and bikini cut. I drew a smile, a small one, on it. Actually, I didn’t. I lied. Let’s see, all the lies. I’ve never stalked anyone from kindergarten, never stalked Panos,(though I’ve stalked his EVIL “twin” Tristan) only semi-stalked my total hottie David, and I will most likely only put a small effort into stalking Ben. O yea, I never really stalked Tristan either. Only slightly. More than I did David, but I just started sort of stalking David while I stalked Tristan last year. I also lied about eating worms once a month with Nutella to Hannah in Bio. Because she is gullible, I lied when I told her I din’t know if she was gullible. Hmmmm… I think that’s it. Up to now. I guess. For now. Sort of. Screaming is fun, It is very relaxing. My cat doesn’t appreciate it very much. He likes earwax though. It’s like catnip to him. I make him fall off the bed. by luring him with a finger I stuck into my ear so earwax might happen to get on it. I heard this really funny song on Alex’s ipod called the Emo kid. She calls it the emo song.
NOTE! get the song on itunes.
I also taugh her the ******** a duck song
It goes like this:
******** ******** ******** a duck
screw a kangaroo
69 a porcupine
god I love the zoo
CENSORED VERSION
beep beep beep a duck
beep a kangaroo
beepidy beep a porcupine
gosh I love the zoo.
Why am I writing this? No ipod, no book, shits. MERDE! MIERDA! Sacre merde! (sacre merde isn’t actually a French phrase. I made it up since sacre bleu=holy cow, while I like to say holy stupid head.) can s**t be holy? has any civilization whether lost of found or futurized ever worshipped excrement and feces? I hate study hall. I like big knives, and book and other…stuff. that you aren’t even allowed to know even though I have no idea who “you” would be since I write this as this goes and this isn’t to anyone it’s about my pen. study is about to finish. I am doing my happy dance. and the bell! how I love the bell. I lied about the wrom thing again though, how I had gummy worms in mind. actually having gummy worms once a month with nutella souns like a very good idea. I’ve never “To Kill a Mockingbird”. I’ve heard about it but never read or seen the movie.
Everybody loves my pen. It is awesome. Its tip is puce yellow and the body is made of see through plastic. You can see the ink inside a tubular thing. It looks blue black. The hat for my pen is the color blue of my favorite pair of undies. And my pirate shirt. My pirate shirt is that color blue, but not the entire thing. The lady in study hall is distracting me because she is loud and bitchy and ugly. Her voice irritates my ears. Right. The pirate shirt has a skull with one socket shaped like heart. It has crossbones underneath it and little swirly thingies around it. t has no sleeves. I have a headache because of the fugly lady in the study hall. Everyone at lunch, including Ben, Ben, Alex, and myself. I’m going to read what I wrote again. Umm, those people were all grabbing and trying to steal the pen I lodged in my hair. I am now the reason why the Ben who I wrote “maya was here” on his arm will commit suicide. He is now my new stalking subject. I used to stalk Panos, and David, and this random dude from kindergarten. Now, all my attention will be focused on Ben. And David. Kindergarten man and Panos are boring and have no life. I hate study hall. Highschool has absoltuelt no hot guys to speak of. At all. I found a plastic knife on my study hall dest that I happened to sit in as well as a little packet of pepper. I put them in the slot of my English binder. This is my English notebook. I think it’s the back. Yes, it is. What was I talking about? No hot guys. David is HOT. and CUTE. and ADORABLE. And HUGGABLE. And HILARIOUS. Ewww. The fat nice study hall lady is wearing white pants and you can totally see every bit of her underwear. My eyes are burning and I am now scarred for life. Again. I sound valley girlish. I am NOT. David is tall and has dark, semishort hair long flippy hai. He is a FABULOUS dancer and incredibly understanding. ¾ years isn’t much. (3 or 4, not 3 quarters.) Shrimp is good with green slushie. Yum. I need gum. I left it in my bag in my locker. Shits and hits and pits and mitts and wits and crypts and bits and dits and fits and zits. I hate all and every kind of essay. They suck and I suck at writing them. I love French, J’aime francais. Je ne l’aime pas essays. J’ai oublie le mot anglais, non! francais pour esssay(s). Tu connais mon francais writing ? je connais ! Je sais ! je deteste let bete et naif personages. Ils sont bete. Tres stupide. Je deteste them !!! Mais, j’aime gateau au chocolat. Avec creme glacee et whipped cream. Et fudge. Fudge au vanille. Now to read it again. Actually, I don’t feel like reading it again. my favorite pair of undies are blue and stretchy and tagless and bikini cut. I drew a smile, a small one, on it. Actually, I didn’t. I lied. Let’s see, all the lies. I’ve never stalked anyone from kindergarten, never stalked Panos,(though I’ve stalked his EVIL “twin” Tristan) only semi-stalked my total hottie David, and I will most likely only put a small effort into stalking Ben. O yea, I never really stalked Tristan either. Only slightly. More than I did David, but I just started sort of stalking David while I stalked Tristan last year. I also lied about eating worms once a month with Nutella to Hannah in Bio. Because she is gullible, I lied when I told her I din’t know if she was gullible. Hmmmm… I think that’s it. Up to now. I guess. For now. Sort of. Screaming is fun, It is very relaxing. My cat doesn’t appreciate it very much. He likes earwax though. It’s like catnip to him. I make him fall off the bed. by luring him with a finger I stuck into my ear so earwax might happen to get on it. I heard this really funny song on Alex’s ipod called the Emo kid. She calls it the emo song.
NOTE! get the song on itunes.
I also taugh her the ******** a duck song
It goes like this:
******** ******** ******** a duck
screw a kangaroo
69 a porcupine
god I love the zoo
CENSORED VERSION
beep beep beep a duck
beep a kangaroo
beepidy beep a porcupine
gosh I love the zoo.
Why am I writing this? No ipod, no book, shits. MERDE! MIERDA! Sacre merde! (sacre merde isn’t actually a French phrase. I made it up since sacre bleu=holy cow, while I like to say holy stupid head.) can s**t be holy? has any civilization whether lost of found or futurized ever worshipped excrement and feces? I hate study hall. I like big knives, and book and other…stuff. that you aren’t even allowed to know even though I have no idea who “you” would be since I write this as this goes and this isn’t to anyone it’s about my pen. study is about to finish. I am doing my happy dance. and the bell! how I love the bell. I lied about the wrom thing again though, how I had gummy worms in mind. actually having gummy worms once a month with nutella souns like a very good idea. I’ve never “To Kill a Mockingbird”. I’ve heard about it but never read or seen the movie.
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