School day acid rain

I'm only going to be posting here during school. This is because I go to school, and they have all the really great websites blocked, with WebSense.

I hope somebody hacks WebSense and DESTROYS it. Yes, that'd be great.

So today, I'm sitting here, I'm not even half way through this dumb ass study hall... I always sit here with nothing to do. They want me to write my feelings in this stupid journal everyday, and they can read it if they deem it necessary. I have 3 different classes that want me to write me feelings in a journal, it's v. lame. So, then, by the time I even get to this study hall, even if I'm NOT writing about feelings, I've got NOTHING left to say... Toally doof.

Yes. Finally half way through, the bell just rang. that just made me feel a little bit better, but not much, cause I still have to sit here and hate this... Ah well, I guess you can't always get what you want. At least I'm a senior this year, just a little while longer, then I'll be blowing this rotten egg factory... Schools like mine make me disappointed in the human race. My generation in general makes me disgusted. I think we should just quarentine all the REALLY dumb people in Columbia... Nooo... wait.... Columbia is pretty... Where's an ugly place? Just an ugly old desert then... How 'bout the Sahara? Who wants to live there? Not I, said the fly. Not I...

I can also smell lunch, which is making me salivate, cause it smells garlic-y and good.
It usually looks and tastes pretty nast though. Arghhhhh...

Destination:Frustration ETA: now.

At least my guitar class has some fetch boys in it though. yeah, I know, I am pretty boy oriented,(I blame it on the fact that 100's of years ago, they would have married girls like me off already(so my genes haven't had time to change from that "MUST MATE NOW" mentality)) I look 14 even though I'm 17, so it's usually kind of a moot point, because at first they all think I'm super duper young, I've been asked to prove that I'm a senior, and not a freshman. I guess there are some perks to that though, when I'm 30 I might just look 20. That'd be pretty swell. If I age well, well then, Ok. Who'm I to complain? That's right. I'm human, it seems to be in my nature to complain.

But now that I feel that I've complained enough today, and I sound like a soft, spoiled little computer brat, so I'm off to boredom land to confer with the Congress of Retardate Dreams.