hey, dont foget.

i hate my life.
i do. i really really do.
at school. on monday. my spanish, health, and like, 5 other classes notebooks are due.
but guess what!? my lockers JAMMED. its super embarassing because i was stupid and put a hackin box in there because it was a project and BAM. jammed. my history teacher (who is male and semi-strong) and the office secretary (who is old but still) tried opening it. even with the big locker opener clamp, no luck! i need to get a janitor but im afraid it still wont open. what if it never opens? all my stuffs in there! OH NO. what if they have to open it, and they have to take the locker door off the hinges. and they leave it like that and i go to school and craps EVERYWHERE. Itll be like Mt. Kilimanjaro EXPLODED! imagine the devastation? i mean. I have a really warm new sweatshirt in there. I also have so much crap. If i ever open my locker, im staying after school and cleaning it out. For real. This is bad. I need to take more responsibility. RAWRRRRT. i also lost $20 in health. how? i do not know! its horrible! thats the most money ive ever even had! im just gonna drop out. i have midterms and everything else coming up. i need to clean my locker and just do everything.
this is my master plan.
-insert evil face-
oh, golly. remind me to actually take an evil picture and post it there. :DDD
procedure 1! go to school looking snazzy on monday and go to the office. not mrs j. because im just not. and figure out how i can get a janitor to open my locker.
procedure 2! before doing anything! praypraypray this plan even works.
procedure 3! clean my locker out. fast. after school.
procedure 4! study study study.
procedure 5! sleep a lot.
:D

well then. its like, 5AM
chris will be home soon.
so goodbye for now lovelys.