esquisitoration

today i experienced a true rarity: i felt some level of contentment as i sat in math class. this was strange,, and i tried to enjoy it while it lasted. the "lesson" was over and we were supposed to be working "solely on the worksheet and not doing homework from another class,etc." naturally, this is where i pull out my iPod, my book, put my math stuff away and put on my FU, SIR face. half the lights were off and people were talking (rather loudly of course!) but i didn't hear them because i was listening to "the lengths" by the black keys as i pondered my exquisite (yeah, i said it) book. i looked at the clock and there was still 20 minutes left but i didn't care---i wanted to enjoy that moment for as long as possible. then of course it became 2:14 and eveyone was getting up and i put my iPod away, and shit got real, real fast. i was reminded of my extreme hunger pains, my headache, my HATRED OF ALL PEOPLE IN MY MATH CLASS, etc, etc. and shit. got. real.

enough of that ...

here are some quotes of the day (i said i would do it and i'm a woman of my word, roxy.):

"put the boob away, acacia, you sick bastard" exclaims i, as the apush teacher strolls on by.
"you only got one life to live, might as well fuck it up" was roxy's take on that age old phrase.
"mr. shlong, why won't you roll up your sleeves, they're getting all wet!" said a rather logical classmate in anatomy as mr.shlong was doing a demonstration with a waterbottle full of "blood." he responded equally logically, "last hour i got it all up my left sleeve and this hour i'm gonna get it on my right...it's fine." as he continued to spill the red-tinted liquid all ova himself. idiot.