Apparently I am supposed to list why I'm a nerd ( Read more... )

Good thing I didn't pick a seat towards the front of the bus, because standing up right away would hurt and be very uncomfortable... *wink wink.* So I slowly gather up my things and casually stroll off the bus and into the school, completely forgetting that that girl, whose name I have already forgotten, the one I had just made out with, was still ( Read more... )

I find out her real name. While she was crying, I ransacked her purse and pulled out her ID. It's an old style name, Beatrice, Beatrice X Kinds. So maybe she was just trying to be funny earlier. Beatrix Kiddo isn't that far off. Did I overact? Only time would tell. For the mean time, we'll just assume that I didn't, because I am too hungry to ( Read more... )

I end my laughing now because my 6 pack of abs is getting tired... it's been well over half an hour of nonstop laughing. That bitch girl is just quietly sobbing and looking out the window now. Because I am terribly horribly grossly rich, I attend a private school 108 miles 26.72 degrees south of west (as the crow flies) from the intersection of ( Read more... )

Yellow. The cheesewagon pulls up yet again for an uninteresting day of soul-deadening school. Yet, today seems a little different. Wait, no it doesn't. I climb on the bus and it is surprisingly empty. I start walking to the back to sit down when someone pulls me down onto a seat when I am halfway there. My cursing and swearing drifts off into ( Read more... )

The old ujournal site went down some time ago, so I have decided to resume my "journalling" on this site. Hooray for exotic eroticism and rantings about rice and food and ping pong ( Read more... )