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41. Thank Goodness It's Friday

SCHOOL has pretty much driven me insane this past week! The huge history project that took me forever to complete, my internet breaking down the day before the damn thing was due, lots of procrastinating, my cross country competition cancelled, failing my French test...the list of shitty things that went on this week just keeps on going and going...! Not to mention the fun little incident today- a bunch of bastards put toilet paper on fire in the boy's washroom, and the fire alarm rang. This was followed by a series of unfortunate events, including the fact that we missed our lunch period, instead, we stood outside in the October coldness, me wearing a skirt of course, just my luck. To make matters as bad as humanly possible, it started spitting, then pouring, and we were all rushed around the field and muddy outdoors. When the school was safe again, it was like- 12:45...and we finally had lunch....JOY. Thank God it's Friday.


Wake up in the morning, take a shower, feel alive
Only school can truly wreck your jolly cheerful vibe

Once you barge in through those doors and hear the first bell ring
Hysteria floods your blodstream and you panic about everything

The incomplete French homework, the long route to your second class
Unable to concentrate on the chalkboard when the guy behind you is being an ass

What about the huge history assignment that is due the very next day
You know you haven't started, procrastination really pays

I try my hardest, I slaughter my brain
Copying down notes, going insane

Hand's in a wreck, head's in a twist
Soon it will be spinning 'round like the exorcist

Top it all off with a couple bad grades
And you've got pure anxiety ready and made

Cause receiving a 50% on a test is like sticking a cactus into your eye
Watching my so-boring life so quickly pass me by...

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  1. trigeminalCNVOctober 3, 2009 at 8:53 AM

    The incomplete French homework, the long route to your second class
    Unable to concentrate on the chalkboard when the guy behind you is being an ass


    am i the 'ass'?
    D:

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