Today I will take the chance to tell all of you about my daily schedule at school...it's really cool, I swear!

Well, I get up at about 6:45 in the motherfucking morning, which I still bitch and moan about because its TOO DAMN EARLY! Seriously, how do the teachers expect us to work to our fullest capabilities when we have to wake so early! Not all of us are perfect angels that go to bed every night at eight o'clock and get the full nine hours of sleep reccommended to us by our doctors. Anyhoo, I get dressed, brush my teeth, eat breakfast, the norm. Then I go out to my bus stop at about 7:30 and stand out there for a few minutes until the big yellow box comes and wisks us away to school. Nothing really bad so far, except for these two assholes on my bus stop that always cut in front of me so they can get on the bus first and take the back seat. Apparently, sitting the farthest back in the bus denotes your "coolness" level, so I guess they have to somehow make up for their tiny penises by being retarded faggots. Fuckers.

So yeah, I get on the bus and try to find a seat for myself, because I HATE sitting with other people on the bus. The twenty or so minutes I spend on the bus ride every morning are twenty minutes that I would like to have to myself without some fag telling me to "scootch in" every five seconds. In the mornings I usually whip out my iPod and read a book. The book I'm reading now is S.D. Perry's "Resident Evil: City of the Dead" which is the novelization of Resident Evil 2. I really love her books, and I love the amount of gory descriptions she shoves into the story. They make me squeamish sometimes but I still love the cheesiness of it. Here is an excerpt from "City of the Dead":

"He brought the heavy weapon down and across its face, the butt sliding across flesh that peeled away in a thick flap. Blood gushed from the wound ass the grips crushed into its nose, cartilage separating from bone with a wet crunch."

Or who could forget this magnificent excerpt of literary orgasm:

Once Claire realized what was wrong, she couldn't force herself to un-realize it, as much as she wanted to. There was only a pool of drying blood where the waitress's head should have been, a sticky puddle surrounded by fragments of skull and dark mashed hair and chunks of micellaneous gore. The cook had his hands over his face, and as Claire stared in horror at the headless corpse, he let out a low, pitiful wail.....He was eating the waitress. His thick fingers were clotted with dark bits of tissue; the strange and alien face he raised into view was smeared with blood.

Ah, the corniness. S.D. Perry is by no means a brilliant author, or even a good one at that, but there is just something about her crappy writing that I admire. Maybe its because she's the only author who has novelized the Resident Evil series, or maybe the fact that she heavily uses swearwords in her writing. Either way, her books are a snapping good read if you have the will power to order them online or search the deepest darkest crevices of Barnes & Noble to find them.

Continuing. So I get off the bus and to my locker and then to my first hour class, which is French. Good Lord, I love French. I seem to have an enormous aptitude for it; its only my first year and already I can converse intelligibly with my teacher. But of course, outlandish intelligence has its disadvantages, such as a jealousy from my fellow peers and the default role of teacher's pet, but its all good to me. Any attention is good attention, right guys?

Alright so after French I have metal shop, which is cooler than I thought it would be. Nothing really worth mentioning here, except for the fact that I am only one of about five girls in the class of 30. Glass ceiling, here I come!

So after metal shop I have High Performance social studies where I congregate with my fellow HP. Then after that I eat lunch with my fellow HP (anyone see a pattern here?). Then after lunch I go to HP English and sit in the corner listening to my iPod and telling dirty jokes while my oblivious teacher rattles on about simple sentence patterns.

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Fuck, I don't know whats wrong with me. I think I have ADD. I'll finish up this post later, right now I just feel like playing DDR.

I'm really am sorry. I start typing and then I get sidetracked...I seriously have a problem. I think I need some Ritalin!

~ michelle