I like your pocket rocket
Now this just might be the "let jump to the dirty meaning of it" but I'm pretty sure pocket rocket is referring to a lower pelvic region body part. But hey for all I know it could be a model plane science kit. What a joke.
I swear baby Jesus I won't say oh my god or holy shit or say bad thing about people in church just MAKE MY LIFE GO BACK TO NORMAL.pleasepleasepleaseplease.
As you can see from my desperate plea this has just not been my week!! Today I got a demerit for wearing athletic shorts On a sweatpants day because they were prohibited and ya know Its a catholic school that takes dress code very seriously. I don't think I did well on my algebra two test even though I studied FoREVER for it which blows major. And it's raining today and I couldnt even enjoy my favorite weather because I'm in this funk.
But I found myself being very productive in my room. I finished my first drawing piece even when I nearly destroyed one little boys face. I started to go over certain sections so many time the paper was starting to peel and weaken. Then when I finished I sat in my comfy chair that I have now tried to use because before all it was, was a laundry pile station. So I'm putting momma bears money to good use. So anyway I sat there and listened to my music for like three songs had a mini pity party and decided that once my bedroom wall is completely filled, my giant collage, I want to start over and put all the old pictures I had up in a scrapbook, so it would be almost my personal fashion book. Then I thought I needed something to put all my ticket stubs and previously notebook collages from frosh And sophomore year. So I went on the lookout for the extra scrapbook I had and couldn't find it. And when I just could not find it anywhere I became agitated and found myself folding my sweaters and straightening my dresses because they're always becoming entangled. I got out my glue gun though and fixed my jewelry dangly earring holder and made this thingy made of toilet paper rolls and you connect them and then paint it black and put it on your wall. In the process I put the glue gun directly on my finger, how I have no idea maybe it's that I'm really tired but it hurts way bad and burned myself in a various number of places and made a mess, wonderful.
So today in school my lit teacher was enraged by this program that wAs on CNN the other day it was on bullying. And he was really upset by the effects bullying has had students. When he told us this we all asked him to show us a clip to really see what it was that he was so hot and bothered by and of course to waste time. But anyway in the video this really adorably dorky probably 6h or 5th grader was being picked on, on the bus. All of a sudden the little kid said to his bullier " WHY ARE yOu STABBING ME LIKE THAT!?!?!" and I couldnt help myself I chuckled. Of course not because the kid was being bullied I think thats horrible, but of what he sAid. And natrually like a third of the class heard and looked at me like I was this horrible human sent by the devil. I just looked around and said that's not I meant that's not what I meant!!!!!! That little kid though kinda just a smidge reminds me of myself, Ahh 8th grade the time when my one and ONLY comeback was " your mom" and all the boys would be like that's the best you got! Loser! But whatever I was just afraid that my teacher heard me and would probably hate me forever.
So yeah awesome day right, I'm off to read about wolves, and I think I've decided that tomorrow I will watch pride and prejudice because it's been long awaited and I havent watched it for a long time. Okay people
Go out and do something crazy because ya know what IT'S FRIDAY
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