You brought your bitch...to the waffle hut?!

I remember when I first moved to El Cerrito...Or rather, when I first started going to El Cerrito High School. I didn't want to be there. So, I often...well...Cut.



So, I had to go to school. And, what did I do then? Well, usually I skipped P.E. all togeather. Then, I would just sit infront of the door of my next class, which I believe was algebra. Gosh what a bitch that class was. Not the material, but the students. It was fun, sure, but damn. I remember one day I was in there, no teacher showed up...and one of my classmates picked the lock on the door to the classroom. If that wasn't enough, after that happened, and we had the whole classroom to ourself, we opened a padlocked closet by unscrewing the hinges of the lock with a dime. I bet the school lost several graphing calculators that day.

But anyway, I was sitting there, I heard this noise. It was like freaking war sirens. THE BOMB WAS DROPPING! I didn't know what to do...and everyone seemed so calm...so, I didn't know what to do. I figured if the bomb was dropping there was no point in me running. If that was the end, well then...that was just the end. Luckily I'm impervious to Atomic Bombs, so I'm here to write this post! Yay!

DAMN YOU WEIRD AL!

Seriously though, it was a test of the warning system for the Richmond Chevron Facility. Yay for oil. They do it the first Wednesday of every month. So they did it today. Yay.

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Things to do this week:

• Write the damn meterology paper on ball lightning.
• Write the damn film analysis paper of which movie? No idea.
• Observe dad and his media use for the BECA paper.
• Write the damn BECA paper.
• Go to Blackboard and find the biology assignment due on the day of the final.
• Write the damn biology assignment due on the day of the final.
• Go to The Class Schedule and figure out schedule for next semester.