01222010

I have meow written on my hand. This class is bullshit right now. Who cares about moles of elements and compounds? NOT ME. The new song will be up soon, I'm so happy. It's going to be insane, even the haters are going to love it.


"I like pressing buttons, it's fun."
"enter"


More than half of the guys in my Chemistry class are stupider than fuck. This work is really easy, I should just go to Anatomy and Physiology instead, seriously. The quiz in APUSH wasn't hard today, it was pretty simple but it got really awkward after the third group's presentation. I have meow written on my hand and I want to see Heather today. I want to see her every day but it will be alright. I'm happy with her, I'm sick of people in the 352 area when it comes to relationships. This place is the pussy version of Jersey Shore.


No, Ms. Logan, I will not do problem number 25a. It's a waste of my life and all of these kids are stupid. I want out, so badly. Well anyways, I'm not going to do number 25a. Here is what it looks like unsolved, as it shall remain. Unsolved, that is.


25a. Oxygen can be prepared by heating potassium chlorate.
2KClO(3) yields 2KCl + 3O(2)


a.) What mass of O(2) can be made from heating 125g of KClO(3)?


NOW WE HAVE HOMEWORK WTF?
I hate how she threatens us like this, just like my grandma does. It's stupid and I'm going to scream my head off. This is probably the first post that's a free write, strange huh?


Well, it's currently 1:55 pm and I want to be out of this hellhole known as 7th period Chemistry Honors. I have to rewrite MEOW on my knuckles, with a Sharpie this time. Wow, smooth 54 reference by Aaron. Kudos to you for that. My hand is sore, my arm is too but I just don't want to stop. I love this hat and my Asking Alexandria shirt.


Jimena just sang "Come Sail Away" by Styx in a Jamaican accent, it was hilarious. I want to sleep, this pep rally can suck my dick.

Free Write.

I'm using this until-recently wasted blog for free writes that I do. I don't care about what I say, and if it affects you. It's just what I think about at that moment, there's no going back and rewriting it. It's already happened and I don't mess with the past. Hate me for this, I'm just asking for it. I know I am, but it's life.