Before my dad drops me off at school, we have to take my sister first, which is just horrible. She whines about everything. I was listening to Paranoid on the radio one morning, and she starts crying when we pull up to the door because its, and I quote "Too loud and its crappy, embarrassing music." Ok, that was Black Sabbath she just dissed. Well, anyway, after putting up with her shit, it's off to the high school. Walking into the building, I still don't feel awake, and I feel uglier than usual for some reason. I take at least 10 minutes to walk the length of the sidewalk to the door.

Once I get in the school, it's not long before I run into somebody I know. 90% of the time it's Mashburn (aka Uncle Farvis), and he'll give me a friendly smack on the ass to wake me up. Typically, it's all the same people in the same place. Mark, Cody, Sneed, Kester...uh...Cricket, Mashburn, and Dean. Heh...Dean. Sometimes I'll see one of my former friends being pussy whipped, like Jeff or Joey. Of course, they've actually got girlfriends, and there's something to be said for that. They're both getting plenty of ass while I'll probably lose my virginity to a manatee or something. Anyway, probably after about 3 minutes the bell rings, and it's off to Latin. Latin blows. Only good time I've had in there was when I got to dress like a girl and beat people with my wig. I have no friends in there at all, except maybe for Tracy. It's just stuck up seniors, and lesbians. The class is one of those satellite courses, and the teacher is a boob. He's on the funny level of the writers of Scooby-Doo: Predictable and boring. I have a seat next to the wall, which makes for a great headrest during naps. If I fail any class this year, it'll be Latin. Most of the time we just take notes. God, so many notes. So many fucking notes.

The next bell means go to second period, and in my case, that means Biology. I just hop right across the hallway, and hot damn, I'm the first one in class, and actually look like a good student which is eager to learn. Biology is the only class that I kind of enjoy, and that's only because I can sleep as much as I want to, draw shit on the desk, or drool over the nearby pictures of the cheerleaders with Austin. Plus, I've got Cody right in front of me, which makes for lots of good STD jokes. We never really do much of anything in this class...well, I don't anyway. I'll make fun or Sarah for being a moron, or throw shit at Dan. Endless fun in there.

Next bell rings, and it means its off to the worst period of the day: Computer apps. Its a pain in the ass before I even get to the class. First, I have to run through a huge crowd of black people moving as slow as possible trying to keep their pants up, then comes Mr. Crain, who stops me nearly everyday because he thinks I have gum, then comes the huge crowd of fat people I take 5 minutes to get through, and then there's Kellyn and Tori who scream at me and punch me for no apparent reason, and then there's that weird bastard with the goatee that gives me a hug everyday and tells me everything is going to be ok. I walk into class, get my disk, and prepare to type my ass off for the next hour and a half. People think I enjoy computers like some kind of nerd. Newsflash: I hate computers; they give me headaches, and the only reason I use them is to write stuff for this page and talk to people. The only thing that keeps me sane in class is Brandon Kester (aka Captain Cucumber), with his Chinese baby video, and his knowledge of awesome stuff like Weezer and South Park. Lunch is probably at the perfect time: right in the middle of class.

Lunch typically sucks. 2nd lunch has to be the biggest group of outcasts on the planet. You've got John Chickylo or whatever (I just call him Benji..ala Good Charlotte), then that guy that looks like Shrek, then the lesbians, and then El Nelson. Basically, I sit down 10 minutes, do my eating of food, then go outside with Kester and Mark, and we'll sit on a bench just waiting for capree girl to come outside. Pretty soon, lunch ends, and its back to gay old Computer Applications for more gay typing. Huge group of dumbasses in that class. I�ve not done an bit of work over the past week, and I�m still like 4 days ahead of everybody except Brandon and that gay bastard that designs video games. It�s impossible to fall asleep in here, because there is no way to get comfortable. Damn , I hate that class.

Bell rings, and its off to World History next door. I hate the class itself, but at least I can do some sleeping in there. Nobody really nearby to talk to except J and Beason. Otherwise I�m surrounded by preppy girls who wouldn�t give me the time of day. So, I just let J draw bulls eyes on my neck and let Sneed throw shit at me from across the room. The rest of the day in there consists of checking out the hot teacher from East Gaston (she�s hot...don�t care what the rest of you haters think), getting all my jokes stolen by 9th graders, and laughing at that Tieler bastard for being the biggest queer on the planet. This class never seems to end. Those last 45 minutes kick my ass. Once school lets out, the real pain starts.

Depending on who picks me up, my day can go bad in two different ways. My grandmother picking me up means 10,000 questions. My mom picking me up means I get to hear about how she hates everything. I've probably not gone a day without starting some kind of argument with my mom since I learned to speak in complete sentences. We sit in line at the middle school for like 20 minutes, and then my sister gets in the car, and I get to hear about how she hates everything. Any normal human would crack under these circumstances, but not me. I sit in that car and take it like a man. Guess I have my mom and sister to thank for my ability to deal with bitchy people. When I get home, I just lock myself in my room for the next 4 hours and play some guitar or do homework if I have any. This is the only time of the day I enjoy, except for those 30 seconds after I wake up before I realize how much my life sucks. Afterwards, I�ll eat some dinner, then go driving in my car with my dad (get my license in October..hopefully my life will suck less then.) After I get home, I�ll spend an hour or so online, then go play guitar till about midnight, then take a shower, watch a little Leno, and get to sleep. Then everything starts all over again.