five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes

yeah. that was just stuck in my head.
don't ask.

hmm..
yes.
okay.
how's schooooooooool?
everyone's back in!
yay?
but i miss SG.
i was so much happier there.
but whatever.
i guess i'll get used to it.

yes. i shall tell you all about my high schoolie.
it is cool.
and i don't have to do all my homework in one night.
and umm... found out mike polo was a complete freak and loser at his old school.
found out my loser of a neighbor was totally popular at his old school. (he's a frosh at the guy-school m**** is associated with. (ugh! it's so hard not to give away the school name. lol))
i have THREE (yes, count them... three) lockers. which means THREE locker combinations to memorize. UGH.
hate two girls so far. like... utterly HATE.
one is in my spanish class. she's really stuck-up since she already knows some spanish. HELLO?!?! take the goddamn test to go to spanish 2!!!!!!
she's really ugly too.
and ghetto.
and the other is in like ALL of my classes. (a majority of them anyway) cuz she's doing that same women in medicine program. yeah.
got a top locker for everything. must use tip toes to get to my locker. lol
the ghetto girls make friends hella quickly. cuz, of course, they're all the same kinda of people.
the food at the cafeteria smells hella good. omg. i want SOME!!!!!
ahhh. the door to my classroom opened and i heard a loud laugh in the hallway that sounded EXACTLY like mr. m's. i got so sad.
do all of you have a shit load of homework? i do. and it's really pissin me off.
my math teacher almost hates me. haha. i keep talking in class since friggin MONICA keeps talking to me. i'm taking algebra 1. i was looking at the book the other day and OMG, i know EVERY SINGLE THING in there... seriously. i am so pissed off i have to take honors. i still need to talk to my teacher. maybe i can still get into algebra 2.
i lied and told my english teacher i've been to china. whoops. i have to tell her it was a misunderstanding still. haha.
sucked up to my spanish teacher. so now he likes me. thank GOD. cuz i'm scared of him.
my bio teacher has eyes like mrs. t.j. i swear, they look like sisters.

HA. i like how this post totally gave away how old i am.

i would write a whole lot more.
and a whole lot more on other people's experiences at high school.
but my bio teacher assigns too much homework.
yeah.

XO,
andi