Because you see, I�m not the most interesting character one would happen to find themselves talking with. Some would say that I�m just shy. Others would say that I�m just the quiet type.... but seriously folks, when you see me starring off into a schoolroom corner covered with dozens of scholastic posters which seem to have been around since the fourth grade, I�m not having any worldly thoughts. I�m not thinking of anything. I�m tired as the result of 5 hours of sleep and the last thing I�m interested in doing is participating in some retarded conversation where you use the word, "segregation" wrong just because you�re too stupid to get a dictionary out and find the actual meaning of it. I swear the next time some stupid bitch asks me, "What�s wrong?" or "What are you thinking?", I�m going to pull out the sharp end of a universal spatula, (conveniently acquired from McDonald�s) which I�ve considered mutilating myself with at work many times, and slit my throat. Both sweet death and the warm flow of my blood would be welcomed since I�m always freezing my ass off in class and can�t afford a sweatshirt with the shitty job I have. I can�t even rest my eyes for more than five seconds without some snotty-ass underclassman waking me up for dumbass reasons like, "You�re going to miss the movie!" or "Hey, the teacher�s coming...". Fuck the teacher you little shit and let me sleep. Turns out she�s always wandering around the room trying to find something to do since she�s obviously not teaching. She doesn�t care that I�m taking a nap so stop poking me in the ear with a pencil, asshole, before you find it unpleasantly crammed into your rectum along with several other obtuse objects within my reach. You don�t think I�m crazy enough? Just keep it up!

Here's some more information about myself... it seemed like too much work creating coherent sentences and paragraphs so I put together the following (did I mention how lazy I am?):