fourth block.
3rd post today.
this school day couldn't go by any faster.
and this was one of the good days.
the a day.
b days are worst.
drama tomorrow.
not with me included, thank God.
mook`s coming back.
kid just tried to give me a shoulder massage.
not cool. i hate them things.
i was just gonna say thangs, that's just how i speak.
dad thinks Ebonics is ignorance.
so i try not to use it.
can`t help it. its contagious.
i wish the Spanish language was.
so i could`ve replied to T.T. yesterday.
don`t want to go in the house.
never mind there's mac n` cheese.
and a locked computer.
I'm self-conscious. and i think I'm fat.
so there's a jacket over my stomach right now.
people are saying the opposite but i don't care.
do i call this working together or cheating?
text message.
it was Farley. "What's up?"
i really wanna get into that school.
i wonder what mom said.
she doesn't understand.
i need to be there, with them.
i miss them.
like she doesn't even know.

Why did God have to give me so many feelings?
i need to do something physically.
then i want to eat, because I'm hungry. (no lunch.)
and then i have to study.
then i have to wear my uniform tomorrow,
so that should save me time in the morning.
we have a substitute in here with an African accent.
so of course I'm going to be nice to him and help him.
i got him the remote.
the look on his face was thanks enough.
the gay kid touched my butt,
I'm not offended.
he wasn't sexually pleased anyway.
of all feelings, right now i want the feeling of relief.
because I'm tense. and worried for no reason.
that's why me and her aren't the best of friends
the way she is and the way i am,
don't really agree. or match?
i would use a direct quote for clarification,
but i`d give her away.
foot`s falling asleep.