It's over 9000!

natural balance dog food. turkey flavored. shit. i forgot to give it to genie. its okay. i’ll give it to him for christmas.

mm. im tumblring instead of studying for math anal. fuck math. math is for squares. the area of a square is length^2, or length squared. or length x width. but length SHOULD equal width anyhow, so yeah. the perimeter of a square is 4 x length of a side. what the hell am i babbling about?

oh yeah. so when i say “tumblring” im actually thinking “TUMBLRIZINGGG”, yknow? i dont even know where i saw it, but theres some kinda thing that goes “…GET PULVERIZED” or something along those lines. maybe its just me playing with the blender. theres a pulverize option on my blender. i’ll use that the next time i decide to beat the shit out of some kid. what else?

uh. school today, i guess.

spanish. boring as fuck. watched some presentations. i dont understand half of it. whatever. homework. not done yet. i’ll take care of that later. florence. you’re so cute. i walk to class and shes sitting there on the bench waiting for me. aw flo. you’re so fucking awesome. thanks for the peppermint bark. s’good. ellen liked it as far as i know.

history. we didnt do anything. i took a walk around j building. the teacher doesnt give a shit. shes some lazy old woman that just sits there and plays games on her computer.

fit for life. ugh. i got that “CAN I HAVE YO NUMBAHH” thing playing in my head all day, thanks to mark. what else? i smelled like a baby. but not an orthodox baby, an unorthodox baby. like, that smell that smells good, and its a baby smell, but its not shit and its not baby powder. i dunno whats the name of it, but its associated with babies. god. babies smell good. but i think the stupidest thing there is is those air fresheners. seriously. imagine this. you’re taking a shit. naturally, it starts smelling like shit, so you spray that oust stuff or whatever. guess what? now it smells like clean laundry. BUT OH LETS SEE HERE. NOT JUST clean laundry, but CLEAN LAUNDRY AND SHIT. lets see you do your laundry from now on without smelling some poop in your mind.

math analysis. holy crap. stupid yvonne scared the crap outta me before this class. she was like “oh, we took the test” ‘cause she always does this to me. shes pretty believable, even if shes smiling like an upside down staredad. so i walk in there. start spazzing. teacher’s like “why are you so strange?” cause shes always saying that. whatever. so then yeah. its not monday. its tuesday. goodie. what else? oh yeah. we’re having a class party. theres this kid jayjay that sits next to me, and some mormon kid. they’re hella funny, but that mormon kid? sometimes i wanna beat his face in. so we’re talkingtalkingtalking ‘cause these girls were like “OH LETS TAKE CHARGE OF THE CLASS AND ORGANIZE A VERY POORLY ORGANIZED PARTY.” so they do their thing, we do ours. oh yeah. and brandon truong sits somewhere near me too. so then we’re like, talking about some kinda party game, and jayjay’s like “OH MY GOD. PIN THE TAIL ON THE DONKEY.” and zak (mormon kid) was like “oh my goodness yes. that sounds like fun” and i’m not putting that not in caps because i got lazy, its because thats seriously how much expression he has when hes excited. god i just realized how long this got. i’ll carry on anyhow. so then brandon’s just like, laughing like a constipated baby, and we’re like “what?” and hes like “what the fuck???!??!?!?!/11/11ongzz i’ve never even played that game before!” whatever brandon. you’re missing out. and then we’re talking about pinatas and all that jazz. and then uh. oh yeah. so then we were complaining about the party menu and this girl is like “i’ll bring string cheese” and all we have is utensils and string cheese so far. then jayjay just lashes out on her and is like “oh yeah, so we can have string cheese in our cups, and cut them up into little bits with our knives and eat them with our spoons and forks.” cause we only had string cheese and cups/plates/forks/spoons/knives/napkins so far. so then they’re doing more negotiating. we’re sitting there shaking our heads. then jayjay goes “yeah, i want some fucking fried rice with my whipped cream” because none of the things on the menu actually fit in together. like, we have pie, chips, and garlic bread. make a combination that doesnt a) look like shit b) smell like shit c) taste like shit d) feel like shit out of those three elements. i dare you. mm. what else. so then we ask ms chuang what she wants for christmas. “double stroller.” “anyone have an extra?” mormon boy steps in. says “my mom might have one. shes an expert at babies.” so obviously i assume she works at a daycare or something. no. he turns around and says “she has eight kids.” lolwhat? jayjay gives me a stupid look and just says “are you stupid? they’re mormon. they do it like that.” uh. okay thanks. i didnt need to know that. so then jayjay googles double stroller on his phone. guess what? $700 all terrain double stroller. class laughing like a mofo. its like it has a fucking jet pack and 8 cupholders and leather seats with surround sound or something. just kidding. but srsly. who is gonna bring their two year old kids to antarctica or the sahara desert? whatever. dont even answer that. mm. thats pretty much what math consisted of.

biology. stupid monden is pmsing or something. walk in. its freaking like, 4389104 degrees in there. please explain why it feels like i just walked into an oven? he doesnt. bitches out on sherwin for asking. AND THEN HE TURNS ON THE AC. HALLEFUCKINGLUJAH. uh. did some bullshit notes. some essay thing. wrote a hellalotta stuff. on to english.

english. not much. did some normal english stuff, i guess, which is everything.

and that is what my day consisted of, up to 2:51 pm pacific standard time.

And the main character’s name is Alex.