I had a kick ass day today. I did everything I had planned to do. I feel bad though. I broke up with Timmy. I mean, he is a good guy. I do like him. But, as we know, I never have the best of judgment. Well, it went well, the break-up. And he seemed okay and all. And I am single again. Which makes me happy. In that, I am now free to find a smart guy on the college career path. And I cleaned my room up quite a bit. And I now have this kick ass pen Ashley got me right up on my desk. It is so muy cool. It is a jiggly. And green. Like jell-O. This is such a cool pen... Yup, it is. Well... I got a bunch of other stuff today, as well as the pen. I got lots of candy, gifts, cards and hugs. Which makes me happy. Not to mention food. Rosana made cupcakes and jello for us and she made my jell-o extra jiggly (I am not joking!). I got so much food in class it is not even funny. Just... daaamn. Mucho food. And Guerra let us watch King Kong vs. Godzilla 2 in class. I saw Mr. Guerra semi-moshing to Greenday which just makes me so freaking happy. I swear. Mr. Guerra rocks. If you pray, keep him in your thoughts and all. He needs more respect from certain students. I don't know why some kids don't treat him right. He is so nice, funny, smart, cool and just a great guy. I respect him hella. He kinda reminds me of Grandpa. The good grandpa, the Mexican one. Oh man, Christine Romero bought me such a neato present. She got me a Hot Wheels car and a little book and toy set... The Eight Nights of Hanukkah! It has the story of Hanukkah and three dreidels! So mucho cool. I love having such weird friends. Hell, I am probably one of the weirdest. Man oh man. I so wrapped all of the gifts I gave out with duct and caution tape. It will take forever to open. Hehe, which is just what I had planned. I want to open up the gifts from my second family... Soon. I am just busting at the seams with anticipation. I am too friggin lucky. Man oh man I just know the coolest people. Who do such fun things. Yeah, I need to get up on that wave. But I also need to try and do the whole school kid thing. I need grades. For reals. I need to have my future, I need to do what I want with my life. I need to be a success at something and hopefully that something is my life. I want to write so my parents got me a computer and I write everyday. Probably too much. I would rather stay at home and blog and write and do bad poetry than go out and do something with the family. Not good. Especially when they leave without me and I am home alone and my writing turns morbid and I read old convos and I remember all that bad stuff. Yeah, I don't like that. So that is why I say I may be writing too much. But I have been sorta neglecting my blog lately. Sorta, I don't think I was too bad. I update a lot still. I don't have much to say but I say it anyway. I had so much fun in all my classes today. It was just a right on day. I cant think of one bad thing. And I am on vacation, Christmas is in a few days, I have awesome friends and three dreidels. What more could I ever ask for? Not much, not much at all. You know, except for a fourth dreidel. Next year, I need to buy more presents for people. And pay some one else to wrap the presents for me. I cant wrap for shit, which is why everyone gets the duct and caution tape treatment. Which, though humorous and inventive, is rather unattractive and sloppy. Ha, I say that like I care. I think it is cool, so there it will stay. I am tired now and it is barely 9:00 PM. Drowsiness as a side effect of the Zoloft should stop soon. Or so says the psychiatrist who specializes in that type of crap. But what does she know? Not much I say, not much. I am so saying most of this aloud as I type. You know, cause I am weird and all. And nobody can hear me anyway. You know, until they read this and know what I was saying anyway. But that is that way the cookie crumbles. Unless, you know, it is a crumbless cookie. Then you just have a bunch of ugly cookie on your table. Which, in my humble opinion, is just a tad worse. Time for one more Hanukkah story then off to bed with me. I may stay up with a flashlight and play driedel though. Hehe, I am just such a Jewish rebel.
night,
CMaZ (Rebel with out a yamaka)
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