Less.

There can't be anymore days like yesterday, because I don't think I, or anyone, can handle another day as emotionally draining as yesterday.












Something tells me, its just the beginning.

Jesus,

I'm nervous. I don't ever remember being this nervous before. When the hell was I ever this nervous? I poked my head around her desk, stuck my nose in every random nook and cranny, and shuffled through huge piles of miscellaneous papers. I would have guessed a teacher to be more organized, correction, I would have guessed an english teacher to be more organized. He stood a long ways beside me practically on the other side of the room, eying me every now and then but quickly dismissing me as a kid who was 'just plain nosy.' Shit! Where the fuck does she keep her fucking essays? "Alright class. Take your seats," the sub barked. Oh no! Oh tragedy! Tragedy! Defeat is the only word I know! My ears bend back, eyes teary, lips trembling; I head back to my desk, tail between my legs. "Alright class, my name is....blahblahblahblahblah......we have another essay to write..blahblahblah....45 minutes...blahblahblah...turn in at the end of the period. Mmkay? Get started folks!"

Wait. W-w-what? Another, another essay? Holy FUCK! Why didn't anyone tell me we were going to get a stupid sub today? Why? I'm screwed beyond belief! There's no way Ms. Hermatz is going to accept my late essay on Wednesday. No way! I knew I should have done my essay and had it turned it on time on Monday! Fuck. Okay. Okay. There's no point in beating yourself over the head with this shit, let's just get started on the new essay then we'll worry about the other essay. Wait, why am I talking like there's two of us in this conv - fuck nevermind! Let's do this.

After I finished my essay, I had about three minutes to spare and in that interval of time, I kid you not, my brain was working at the speed of light. I whipped out a fresh piece of binder paper, grabbed my Dixon Ticonderoga pencil, and threw out all I had into probably one of the most prodigious, the most amazing, the most stupendous, fantastical, phenomenal and unbelievably wonderful and astounding letter ever written in the entire fucking world - no! The fucking Universe! BABY! *breathing heavily* Haha. So I finish writing this [insert long list of previous adjectives] letter and the bell rings. Perfect timing, perfect. I quickly fold the paper in two and on the front flap, squabble: To Ms. Hermatz. I grab my essay along with my award-worthy letter and run up to Mr....Mr....Fuck it, I run up to the sub and hand him the paper and instruct him to place it on Ms. Hermatz's desk. He nods his head and says,"Will do!" Wow, the sub's not such a bad guy!
The next day in Ms. Hermatz's class after another 45 minute essay - what's up with all these essays? - I walk up to the front of the class to return a borrowed pencil. Ms. Hermatz, who just happens to be conveniently situated right beside the pencil box, says to me," I got your letter by the way, Duy." I blink stupidly as if I didn't understand. I play it like I totally forgot I had even written her a letter."Oh yeah? Thanks," I manage to say. Wait. What? Did you just say 'thanks'? What the fuck? That doesn't even make sense Duy! God kill me now! But then she says," You're a really sweet guy Duy" and basically turns everything up and around. I reply with a few more 'thanks' and cough out a short laugh. I skip back to my desk feeling sweet as cherry pie. =]

Shit,

twenty minutes left in class and I'm dozing off like someone who's had a gallon of anesthesia applied to him. I fall asleep between Mr. Solomon's lectures, but wake up just in time to copy down slides. Jennifer keeps a steady watch over me and so does Mr. Solomon. "Almost there buddy boy." He's worried about me, and he often passes by my desk which puts me on full alert. I didn't want him to talk to me about my sleeping habits because all I would be able to do would be to agree with him. Shit, I already know that I need more sleep, get off of my back, please. He walks over to the side of the classroom, glances at me, and does an imitation of me falling asleep which looks a lot like a drunken surfer/crazy rocker(you gotta read aloud the "/" for the full affect). I smile stupidly and nod my head in agreement. Mr. Solomon should really get into acting or something, or at least stand up comedy. I'd go and pay to see him tell his wacky anecdotes, even if I've heard most of them already. He'd probably have a story about me too.

"So I've been teaching biology for awhile now, yeah, the study of life. Now, the most interesting topic in biology is Genetics. Genetics is interesting because it basically tells us why we're the way, we are. In my 7th period class, I have this one kid who can't seem to stay awake! Sometimes, it makes me wonder if he's got a genetic code for sleeping in classes."hahhahaha.hahaha.ha...

Okay, He'd do way better than that but you get what I'm saying. Mr. S and I have a pretty cool relationship though. I could be as funny as him at times and sometimes I'd make up jokes about the stuff we were learning, for example:

Biology Teacher: An ionic bond is the force of attraction between two oppositely charged ions. Now class, can anyone please name an iconic bond for me? Yes Steven?
Steven: The Beatles?
Biology Teacher: No, I was asking for an ionic BOND not an iconic BAND.
HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA...priceless.

Shit, there's more but yeah that one stuck out in my head.



Oh yeah, I almost forgot.

I came home today, my head throbbing with an intense headache. I took a piss, pulled off my jeans, and slid into bed. I felt a little chilly so I covered myself up in a bunch of blankets. I woke up two hours later, boiling hot. I half imagined somebody cracking an egg over me and frying it on my forehead. I cringed every time I moved. My sister felt my head and told me I should go drink water and try to stay cool. I obey and try in vain to lose my heat. I wash my face, take a cold shower, and try to relax but couldn't. I called up Vivian and she suggested trying something called Theraflu. Later I told my dad to get it for me at Walgreens and guess what? It worked. Vivian is a fucking goddess! Fucking love her! I MEAN LIKE HER.
AHEM. ANYWHO! So I drink the stuff - it comes in a flavored powder that you dissolve in water like kool-aid - take a nap, and wake up an hour later feeling as refreshed as ever! Hurray for Theraflu! =] And hurray for Vivian! =]











VIVIAN'S THE BEST GIRLFRIEND EVER!

She makes me...

HAPPY!=]

fuck yes!

Death of a Schoolgirl's playing at MY party! hurray!!=]