Today was a scary-ass day... o_o;

To start it off, Riel has NOT gone over sight reading at all! Festival is TUESDAY! Ugh. Tomorrow we get quizzed on the words for "Think On Me". We don't know them, because he never gives us the music! I've only seen it... 4 times, I think. Ugh. -.-

We watched the STD video in sex ed... *shivers* Syphilis is REALLY scary looking. You get these sores called chancres, and they look like gashes. They showed us a nasty black penis with a chancre on it. I almost barfed. Black penises are nasty enough on their own. Ick.

We met Mrs. Johnson's daughter. XD But yeah, Carlos scared the shit out of me, man! He was talking about how he needed my help with a big drug deal, and I needed to go to the KFC downtown... He thought up this big, long story, about how he had his dad's nine and some weed in his backpack, and he'd give it to me to carry it in... (You see, Carlos always ends up cracking up when he's joking, but this time he was being as serious as Hell.) So, I told him I wouldn't do it, and he acted all pissed and went to his locker, and came back in withs something under his jacket. He held it up to my side (making it seem like a gun), and he was like... "This is not optional Dana. Now tell me, are you going to do it?" I told him to quit fucking around, and he told me he was being dead serious. So I told him I still wouldn't do it, and he was like... "AHAHAH! YOU'SA NIGGA! You thought I was a drug dealer! What the Hell, man!?" Scary stuff. I swear to God, I thought he was being serious.

Mr. Moore's... I yelled at Aisha through the wall. XD And I got to take a referral to Mrs. Boiyce. (Mr. Moore NEVER writes people referrals, so it was exciting.)

Mrs. Glasgow was nice today. Nobody was there to laugh with during reading time, so I slept.

Killian spilled milk on me at lunch. :(

SUBSTITUTE IN MRS. CONNORS'S CLASS STILL!! w00t w00t. We're gonna be in some DEEEEP shit whenever she comes back, though. Carlos, JT, Codey, Spencer and I sat together... Twas fun. But we got in trouble and had to separate.

Oh, and did I mention, John is apparently goth now? No more teh wigga. *sniffle* Rest in peace, J-Unit... Live on, John of darkness.

*simmers* I despise ICP. I could learn to like ICP.

Dana out.

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