2006-08-16
back to fools
It's the first week of school and I haven't learned anything. When I walk into class, I already know that this year is going to suck. I keep hoping that something will change. But there's Sharon, sucking face with some chongo I don't recognize. I've got my new kicks already decorated with felt-tipped doodles. This is how I deal with it.
Thayer gave me an old-school mix tape. I haven't popped it in my Walkman yet.
My teacher gave me a quiz. It's supposed to determine my career choices. What do I want to be when I grow up? There's only one thing missing.
I want to be a unicorn.
f-i-n at 6:19 p.m.