The psychotic harlequin

HarLequin tales
2003-04-23 11:32:43 (UTC)

summer classes

I started summer classes today.It was so fucking hot and I
don't really feel like ending up anywhere but in my room
with the airconditioner turned on. But instead I end up in
a building that had Las Piñas College painted over the
words "A branch of Hell".Why the fuck did I have to fail.
Now I have to go to a Branch of Hell and make up for it.It
woulda been fine if it was my own school.

I got in late, and I didn't do shit cuz I didn't have paper
or a pen or ANYTHING that had anything to do with
school.The people made wise cracks about my name. Oh boo
fuckin hoo. Nothing I've never heard before. Didn't even
bother looking at their buck ugly faces.I hate ugly people
who think they're funny...when the only time they'd be
funny is if they shove knives up their ass... hehehe... now
that would be a treasured moment... I'll tell my baby
brother about that when he grows old enough to understand
what ass and knife is.

After class I walked alone. And they all asked my name
again, and where I studied,and if i had vices.All I told
them was smoking. Not the drinking part in thoughts that
they might invite me to drink. gagging now. I walked alone
out of the school and smoke outside the school.For those of
you who're potheads its not pot. Its cigarretes. I don't
want to turn my brain into soup inside my skull.I have
ambitions and they require a non soupy brain. They all join
you, and I try to sink in to the feeling of these people by
just sitting there. After all, I am gonna have to be in the
same room with them for 3 weeks...

So what if you don't give a fuck?! You think I give a fuck
about you?! If you don't like it, fuck off faget.

I'm bored and hungry.





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