hate my 1º teacher. he's 101% bitch made y0. i think he loves
to flunk people an watch them burn in hell. i cant wait till he
burns in hell. shit. he really sucks. his name is Mr.Roberts. he
thinks he's the shit. he thinks he's the master of writing and poetry.
or crap like that. to hell with you. jerk. that's done with.
lunch me and some friends go to a market just a block away from
school. its called Lincoln Market. i think its dedicated to our
school. i don't know bout that though but everyday at lunch its
packed. i bet they make ALOT of money. their normal typical sandwich
that goes for sale is a Turkey Roll or a Zesty Turkey Roll (for
that extra ZiNg). its only $2 and it fills me up for a good hour
or two. i'd have to admit they make some pretty good BLT's and roast
beefs. anyways Lincoln Market is like jam packed. my friend BLAD
(hehe he's called Brad but i call him BLad) and i were furious on
monday. we were raising or elbows.. getting ready to shift ourselves
into shove mode. but it didn't happen. i eventually left the line
and freeloaded off some chips. im still wondering why im writing
about Lincoln Market. strange..
been having some strange flashbacks while im awake. like really
quick glimpse on past things. such as raves or party's or just times
being spent with really cool people. it even goes way back in middle
school. the innocent days. i think its the E. some people say it
screws up they're backs. well thats because your in some weird ass
position.. with your foot behind your neck and your hands wrapping
your toes. when your on E any position feels good while you floor
it. some say it makes em stupid. i say they've been stupid. they
just finally realized that they are stupid. no offense not that
anyone is stupid. some say it makes them moody or just completely
different. but for me.. im the same ol' bobo. just that i see flashbacks
now. i guess my brain got fried and its just registering all this
crap. okay whatever that meant. i think noeles right. E can get
me all down and sad an stuff at just nothing. but i dont need prozack
or that sam-e crap. and viagra.. i heard that makes you soft if
your still able to get hard on your own.
is coming up. i'm gonna eat with my relatives like all the other
years. same house same turkey same food same blah this that. im
gonna feel a bit awkward because my hair is slightly changed...
a bit on the more extreme as others may say. but to me.. its just
bleaching it out. yea i.. i bleached my hair. but no fear people!!
im not a FoB! me no ghetto FoBuLus! im still the same old weird
wacky bobo with a new hairdo. it was suppose to be red.. but my
momma wouldn't approve of it.. im still wondering why she approves
of my bleach yellow hair and not red. crap. o well...
blue if your reading this.. i got my mail back! i wrote down the
wrong address! so uhm im gonna have to send you back the money with
the right address this time.
update was 11/17/99
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