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I'm writing in this piece of shit from school while listening to Bob Marley music, it's sad. I'm in the happy theatre classroom. We had to stay after in order to paint signs for our play but we're done and it's kinda early, and the time is off on this computer, lemme fix it. Ok good, i'm not gonna be able to leave until 5:30. So I got like twenty minutes to mess around on the internet. Well I gotta go because i'm gonna tell you right now, this keyboard sucks! And Andrew is getting pissed off, I don't think you know who that is but he's about to kill the computer to my left. Wow, this is a very stupid atmosphere. And to my right Gene is writing in his diary. Diaries are special!!! Today my friend Erin got stupid and wrote in paint on the wall "Mr. Sexy", of course it was on the very day that on our announcments we heard, $100 to report that somebody hs polluted the wall. HAHAHA, what a tard. I'm gonna go. Great, now I'm stuck here till 6:30...I think...goodbye!!!!!! |