I am going into 10th grade, and I was NEVER beat up in 9th grade. See, my class is too happy and full of themselves to even THINK about beating up anyone, see, if someone gets beat up, our class is no longer shallowly happy. I have a few friends (10 or 15 maybe) and 30 something people that call me their friends but I am not sure about... and about 4 enemies. 3 of which are constantly stoned/drunk. Considering my anti-social/anti-optimist views on the world, I am surprised that the 2nd number is that low... then again... *thinks about some members of class*
I got a 58 on my test! *smile, then giggle*
Oops, sorry for tripping you! *Both the tripper and the PERSON TRIPPED begin giggling.*
Then, about 2 days ago at a school function, I saw 2 girls trying to wear the same jacket simotaniously and then fall over in laughter. Then about half the people there went over and started laughing as well. I just stood there, shaking my head, wondering what these people will think when the REAL world smacks them in the face. *evil grin*
Cuando yo me siento aquí, reflexionar lo que aconteció exactamente con mi vida, yo me dí cuenta algo. Algo interesar. ... algo que no era bastante correcto... algo que pareció hacer mi vida incompleta... algo que hizo mí se siente vacía adentro.. ¿Tan, usted sabe lo que hice? Absolutamente nada. Era el mejor desicion de mi vida. Mi vida no bastante correcta vacía.
