I'm a sitting here in this classroom reminded of how much I hate working. Evan and I were given a packet to do but we either bached it, or skipped it all together. I was extremly tired after the packet even though Evan did all the work. It doesn't help that we have a subtitute teacher who is very grumpy. I, in fact, aspire to be as crude and mean as her one day.

I have a pimple that looks like a tumor. It's located on the left side of my jaw so it makes my face look very weird. I have named him Timmy and he is sadly one of my closets friends. I somewhat hope that he slowly kills me with his tumor powers. I look like a lopsided turd at the moment but it will hopefully go away. Sitting next to Evan doesn't help though. I hope Timmy kills him.

Evan is continuing to talk until my left ear falls off. I might shove my water bottle down his throat to shut him up. Math is still a bore and I continue zone out during class. We're learning about proofs. The only thing we've managed to prove in class is that everyone is stupid. I hate them.

I'm now sitting in World History reading about D-Day. Pretty depressing stuff but I think my life is worse. Sitting in school for 8 hours a day, going home, doing whatever I wish for 7 hours. It's awful.

I'm sitting in math class next to Evan Beebe. I hate him, and the spelling of his name. He looks like a skinny, but at the same time, fat, marshmellow. It confuses my peepers. Mrs. Urbano is off laughing about some awful pun that nobody understands. I look at the yard stick that Sambi is holding, is it sharp enough I wonder?

I'm sitting next to Ellie. She's so lame. Mrs. Kolb is going on and on about some project I have to do. I teamed up with Christian on it. We'll probably ace it like usual. I start to feel better but then I think of all the hours left in the day. I sigh and look at the window. I look down at the ground. Would the fall end it?....