Monday, February 14, 2005

Damn-ed Hallmark.

Woke up, showered and thought about all the girls I'm not dating. Happy "Wallow In Misery" day.

Walk into first period, math, there's a quiz.

Straight to Woods-Petties, Spanish, there's a quiz. However, Señora gave me a chocolate and it seems like she's warming up from her "act like a surly fuck-o to Matt Louv" phase. Halfway through the period my lip starts bleeding and won't stop. Bloody kleenex stuck to my face, I rise to my feet and proclaim to all, "Happy Valentine's Day!"

Then I shot Kaloustian with rubber bands.

Home, I cleaned my room and listened to Dead Kennedys. Dead Kennedys fix all.

What a fabricated holiday. Lotsa love to all, despite.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

blegh

amen

Anonymous said...

i love you

sasha <3

Matthew said...

Whoever that was, it was cruel.