"Carrot." "Whadda ya mean carrot?" "Nothin' don't worry about." "Dude, what's yer problem?" "Nothin', chill." "Whatever." This work sucks! God I hate havin' to do work. I wish I could just crawl in a big hole and stay there. Today sucks. Oh well it'll get better after I ask that girl out later. She was totally flirtin' with me.
"Dude, ya know that chick I was talkin' about the other day." "Which one?" "3rd hour." "Yeah, what about her?" "I'm gonna ask her out today." "Cool." "Hey, you two, be quiet back there," said the teacher harshly.
"Dude, I'll talk you, later." "Cool." Well I guess today's not all bad, yet. Being a psychic sucks. I already know somethin' bad's gonna happen. God I wish this class would just end. I wish school would end. I hate writing. It sucks so bad. Was that the bell? No, crap everybody's still here.
"Dude, how much time does this class have left?" "Just pack up bro the class is almost over." O.K. now that was the bell. I hope she's here. Alright she is. That's cool, maybe today won't suck after all.
"Hey, yo, ya need some help wit that?" "Sure could you hold this for just a second." "No prob." "Thanks." "So did you go to any parades this week-end?" "Yeah, I went to the one in Slidell with my family and my boyfriend. His friend showed up and we all had a great time. It was so much fun. I caught a whole lot of beeds and stuff." Well then again today might suck after all. I can't believe this. God this sucks. This sucks more than anything that has ever sucked before. I wanna go home. I wish I could just go home and listen to "Suicidal Dream" and...