Feel the bloatiness.

Lalalalala. I'm bored. lalalalala. I don't know what to do. I'm good on the whole homework thing. I've been sleeping consistently at 11 o'clock. I'm good. Its like right after you fall, and you walk all fucked up after, and then you just brush it off and walk normal again. That didn't make any sense, and I know. Highlight of my day: Art History. Thanks to Ms. Bishop for "starting with the interesting painting." Good idea. Plus, using the words, "stoned" and "hoe" in such close succession is quite a step down for a teacher, yet a step up at the same time. I'd have to say, maybe that's my favorite class. Then Guitar, though its really boring and it feels like how it would feel to be in construction. I don't know how, but just humor me. OH OH OH! Mr. Warren is not such a cruel giant as I thought. He's pretty funny. It was a good day in his class, and he remembers my name. I thought it would be like 10th grade English, where Ms. Fat-Hoe would refer to me as "you" or just avoid using any pronouns and like...look at me.

Speaking of looking at people, you know how you can talk to someone with your eyes? Dude, that's awesome. I'm going to try to do that with people. Look at them, and see if they know what I'm thinking. I think it has to be in a certain moment though, because you can't just look at someone while you're walking to class on a normal day and nothing is going on and know what the other is thinking. That's just crazy. If some kid falls in front of you while you're walking to class and you don't want to laugh you might look at your friend and you'll both say through your looks:

You: Dude, did you see that?
Friend: Yeah, that kid totally tripped in front of us.
You: So how badly do you want to laugh right now?
Friend: Actually, I kind of want to cry.
You: Eh, maybe, but he totally just fell.

And so on and so forth. As you can see, maybe I inhaled something that I shouldn't have inhaled. Just kidding, whatever. Today I was trying to do that one breakdance move where you are on your hands and you're lifting your body up and you spin yourself, but I hit my face on the floor and kind of Indian Burned my arm from the twisting. Crazy world.