EXTRA LONG PAGE. (stop thinking wrong xD)

ooo. Srry for not posting guys. Its been a HORRID week so Imma post an EXTRA EXTRA LONG POST just for you guys. Heres it is:
It’s a crapshack. That’s what life is. Sitting here in the same old room day after day, you get to wondering, “Why the hell do I put up with this?” Day after day, the same, repetitive thing happens. The alarm rings, roll around until I am awake, and enjoy the thing I love best about mornings; the 5 seconds when you wonder where the hell you are. I get out of bed; look in the mirror to check for dark circles under my eyes. Inevitably there are usually dark ones that I get for pulling all-nighters or half all-nighters, but the eye cream will fix that. After that, I hop into the shower. That is the time when I ponder how large my ass has gotten or how flat my chest is or how fat I am getting. They say you can never get the true picture from criticizing yourself, but usually you can. I grab the “fragrance-free” bar of soap, then the shampoo. Shampoo, lather, rinse, conditioner, rinse. Jumping out of the shower, I grab my pink towel and dry off my hair, put on my uniform, and blow dry my hair for a minute. Who has enough time to blow dry their hair more than that? Run into the bedroom, grab my bag, pull on my socks, and kick on my shoes. Grab the keys, cell phone, bus card, and paperwork. Run into the car and go. 10 minutes and I arrive in front of hell. Middle school.
They always say that it’s not as bad you think it is. It’s just much, much worse. I have to stand it every freaking day, except for weekends on which I have paperwork (its not homework, it’s a stack of paperwork) to do. The days are always the same. They usually never change. Its always an ongoing cycle of horror.
I get to school and cross the street, thinking about how wonderful the air smells. Then 5 cars pass by expelling exhaust into my face and suddenly, I feel sick. Stupid crossing guards don’t give a damn about us kids; they just want their paycheck. The light is broken so we have 15 seconds until the light changes to red and another 3 minutes for it to turn back. I seriously think I had a vein pop. So I walk across the street on a WONDERFUL MONDAY morning into homeroom and find my table. My whole homeroom is cool and I am not. Homeroom = cool. Vicki= not. After 30 minutes of antagonizing over my coolisity, wanting to flip off the flag, and moving my coat around, I get to go to first period.
PE. The first two letters of period. Everyone seems to be talking about theirs and the guys are staying mile and miles away. Its funny when you actually see it. Dance is UGH! We dance, I get pissed off, and I get the hell out after its done, praying that I get an A which will complete my perfect A streak. I am that much of a freak about my A’s. They are my pride and joy and I will NOT have them snatched away from my claws by stupid ol’ Matt. MATT. At least he has friends… sorta. Eh. He’s as much a loner as the rest of us. Matt. I envy his hair. I WISH I HAD THAT HAIR. Not that haircut though because his haircut looks like driving through Ohio. Hideous. My hair in its perfect sex hair day, looks rawrer than it does normally. Normally, I do not have sex hair. Today, I have sex hair. I love it. I LOVE IT! Sorta.
Anyways, second period is geometry. So I have to race across the entire school, up the stairs, and through the woods to get there. Today was no different. I just raced a little slower. Christina, Analiee, and Diana being the betches that they are, had run off in the opposite directions. SO NOT FRIEND-LIKE. I would love to talk to them like that this way, but like would be less… calm. Life for me is calm. No immediate enemies (I would have pulled their hair out in a second), no drama (life is better with drama though), and no friends (which is both good and bad). My mini harem gives me all the reassurance of a group of friends without the “That top is so hideous.” Or the “Your face is so acne prone.” They’re just insultive and crude. That’s why I like them. I am insultive and crude, yet poised. Anyways its geometry and MS MOAYERI ISNT HERE! I DIDN’T DO MY HW. Yesh~ After an hour of tearing at our hair and crying, we get done with the hw and we run out the door into nutrition.
-End part 1/3-

Belive it or not,

Im too lazy

To write more.

TOO MUCH HW and orange juice.

Bye people

-Vicki