There's always a but...

Friday

Waiting for the bus at my stop that morning listening to my iPod like normal. I'm talking with Kyler, yaddah yaddah yaddah, and my iPod slips out of my hand. And falls on the street. And bounces into the rain gutter.

"Did you just see that?"
"Yeah, I think your iPod just fell into the gutter."
Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. So I get on the street and put my arm in the gutter, to see if I could see my iPod. Couldn't, the fucking thing goes down deep apparently. So I get back up, and without me knowing, my cellular falls out of my pocket. As I stand up, I kick my phone into the gutter too.
"Wait. What? WHAT!? THIS TOO? WHY!? GOOODDAMNIT. FUUUCK."
"Today is not your day"
"Thanks."
So I'm freaking out now. Going HYSTERICAL.
"Dude, what am I going to do!?"
I calm myself down a bit and put my fingers in the holes of the big steel plate where you open the gutter with a crowbar. Kyler helps with the other side. This thing feels like it weighs a TON. We lift it up and move it over and look into the dark ugly gutter.

I hop in, which could have easily been a seven foot drop. I land with a splash. Its pitch black in there. I get on my knees and move my hand around the dirty, filthy water to locate my phone and iPod. I find them, throw them up to the street, and climb back up.

I dry what I can off of the stuff and put them in my pocket. The bus comes, and I hear Michael say "Yo someone just texted me about some dumbass who dropped their phone and iPod into the gutter. What a retard." Fucking bitches at my bus stop. I sit down and mess around with my stuff to see if they'll work. The phone wouldn't work at all. I took out the battery and the SIM card and shook some water out of it. Eugh. I try the iPod. It worked, but water poured out of the bottom, and it froze randomly and wouldn't turn off. Fuuuck I'm stupid.

My brain=mashed potatoes.

Monday

Same old, same old. Algebra teacher yelling at me for not doing anything. Fucking around in Geolography. Having fun in theatre. Lifting weights in gym. Having fun and cuddling at lunch. Timed-writing about a book I didn't read. Sleeping in study hall. Talking about whats going on and our problems with Ashley Plosko, and how stuff is going with her girlfriend and mine. Bus ride home. Sit at home. Smoke the reefer. Eat cereal. Go on the computer. Talk on the phone. Text people. Sleep.

Tuesday

So apparently, Monday, I made Jasmine "horny" and she told me she would get me back. Sounds like fun. "I'm gonna wear something really hot for you tomorrow" is what she said. So I'm walking in the hall Tuesday morning, and I see Jamie and Jasmine in cute little pony tails. And they start teasing me. I said "fuck that" and walked on my merry way to first period. I'm almost there and Jasmine stops me and pulls me aside. "You remember how I said I would get you back for making me feel that way Monday? Well..." Then Jamie pops out of no where and full-force kicks me in the balls. They run away giggling, but I catch up AND HIT JAMIE IN THE TITTY LIKE SHE SO RIGHTFULLY DESERVES.

And then I feel guilty. Then I felt angry. It bothers me that Jamie's doing that again. She told me that she would stop, and she did. And now I'm dating her best friend and he starts all up again. Ashley says that she might still like me. I don't give a fuck. Back off, bitch. Even if she's jealous, I know she's a dishonest bitch, and she fucked up her shit with me. Fuck her.

Wednesday

For the most part, same old, same old. Algebra teacher kept me after class, bitched at me for not doing anything in class. I said it was because y-intercepts and slopes are useless. She responded with, and I quote: "Of course its useful. There are a lot of jobs that use this stuff. You don't know what you're going to be when you're out of school."

BITCH, WHAT!? NAME ONE JOB I'LL USE THIS IN. ONE. AND WHILE YOU'RE AT IT, WHY DON'T YOU TEACH ME EVERYTHING ELSE THERE IS TO KNOW, SINCE I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M GOING TO BE!? HUH, FUCKING KNOW-IT-ALL MS PLESS? FUCK YOU.

Christ, I hate algebra.
Geography, fine. 80 average. El woot. Theatre, we played tag in the west campus auditorium on the stage. It was fun. PE, weight room again. Then lunch. Me and Jasmine are all touchy-feely, cuddley and stuff. Rubbing up on each other and whatnot. But still normal lunch hilarity going on though. Lee starts telling me about something and I stop with the Jasmine leg rubbing to listen to Lee's nonsense. Then Jamie grabs my wrist and rubs my hand all over Jasmine's leg "You're supposed to do thiiis, ya dumbass." Excuse me? Excuse me, bitch? Is that any of your business? To tell me how to touch my girlfriend? Fuck you. Don't act like I'm stupid, and like you know everything about everything. You know nothing, you are an idiot. You took a 12 inch penis in your throat on and off for three years, and you think you know everything about relationships. Fuck. You. Back off. I want to punch you in the teeth.

English, a test over the book I didn't read. Got graded within the same period, I got a 72. Better than most. Sleeping in study hall. IPC, we take a make-or-break test, worth two test grades, to bring up my average. Luckily I copied off of Kalea, and probz got a good grade.

*sigh*
I'm tired this week. Really want it to be over. Want to smoke weed. Want to cuddle. Want to sleep. Want to eat.

Repeat.

Greatest weekend.

Ever.