STUDY HALL

As I am sitting on this couch, I have thought running through my mind. They aren’t happy, they aren’t negative. Well, sorta. Being depressed about my Grandmother, my aunt, and my great aunt all passing in a matter of three weeks and two days. So, cheers gram. I will always miss and love you. After work tonight, I was in a drinking mood. So, yes.. there is cocktail in my writing. My boyfriend is sitting on the couch telling me that I shouldn’t write about my alcohol consumption, but he can kiss my ass.

            Anyways, back to my grandmother. She died March 2^nd. On her daughters birthday. My mother’s birthday. I only shed two tears in the last month for all their deaths, well. Here comes my mental break down. I am tired of people shitting the bed. This is bull. After all the shit they have been through, I am glad that they are no longer in pain. My aunt, I am thinking that she died of an overdose. Which I am shocked that it took 6 rehab trips later for her to straighten up for 3 weeks.

            My mother went down to Florida when she found out my aunt (her sister) had passed away. She was down there for three days. She was on her way back to Maine, so was my grandmother. She was riding with her ex husband (My grandfather [my aunts dad]) when she said she wasn’t feeling well and that they should take a trip to the hospital. When they got there they took scans and stuff. Turns out she had lung cancer that had spread to her brain. She passed away after her heart attack. 

*PASSED OUT AT THIS POINT*
Next day at school- Didnt sleep as much as i wanted to, and I hate obnoxious people.
STUDY HALL

            In my study hall, I don’t like any of the people in here. They are all dinks in their own ways. The one in the front row, always flirting with others in the study hall. She should just give up. She looks like she should be standing on a street corner. The one to the right of her, the only guy that flirts with her. He has funny looking teeth. And has dick sucking lips. (BIG ASS LIPS). The one on the right of him, always talking about how good he is at football and that he is better then everyone else. I think the only reason that he plays football is to see himself in spandex. The one behind him, the same. They like to see eachother in spandex. The one behind him, has been called a tool, I don’t see it though. He is quiet. The one behind him, is a curly haired, red-headed, smelly guy who has teeth like a beaver, he thinks he is cool but nobody else does.

            The next row at the top is the black kid, he thinks he can do what ever he wants and he thinks he is top dog. No, really he isn’t. He is using a pick in his hair right now, that is gross. His curly black hairs are flying everywhere. What if someone breathes that shit in? EW. The next kid in that row, always quiet and working on school work. The kid behind him, not so much. He looks like a mouse with glasses, and he is always talking about weird stuff. I think he is pretending to be tripping, but he might just be slightly retarded. There is a kid to the right of him, he looks like a punk but I think he could probably make a good teddy bear for someone.