Tick. Tick. Boom.

Well, hasn't it been a while? I'll just jump right into it. I printed out all of Davey Havok's old blogs and threw them into a binder to read and highlight during class. Efficient, right? I think so, seeing as how that it interests me more than the ethics of protons or significant figures. I digress.

I had to cover my pretty neon lines every few minutes when Palazzo paused the movie to pace and discuss. It started raining in 3rd period. While walking - what seemed like a mile - to my 4th period, dozens of drops took residence on my long lashes, causing me to shut the lids much more often than the norm. I tucked my favorite necklace underneath my hoodless sweatshirt. At least something was covered. I continued walking through the condensation until I reached the oh-so-interesting chemistry class. Gag. Taking notes the entire period is not considered a legit class. After sitting down, that loud, obnoxious ringing began while a few stragglers rushed in. It was cold, and I sit by the door that never closes. Today is not my day. I idley stared blankly at the "Do as you 'otter'" sign by the cabinets. What does that even mean and how does it pertain to chemistry? The teacher spoke to us as if she was talking to her newborn. It's ridiculous, really. I just had to tune her out and look around at the details of the room. There's a lot of orange. Halloween's a comin'. It seemed as though I wasn't the only one zoning out since there was a group of people catching z's in the the back. Her voice annoys me...

Lunch was next and I had Spanish Club with July. I only joined for the cultural points. Don't tell Drorbaugh. :] Looks like some of my neon lines escaped onto my sweatshirt. While limping to my locker - the result of a day at Disneyland - it was 10 times more difficult since EVERYONE was in the halls, trying not to wet their perfect hair and/or makeup. Normally I would be just like them, but then again, it's not my day. The club decided to sing "La Tortura" by Shakira, and since my sister was once a fanatic, I already knew all the words. I'm a nerd. July enticed me with some new gossip to pass the hour. My precious calves ached. It smelled like pick up stix in room 4100. What a colorful group. Whilst mouthing, "Yo se que no he sido un santo..." I noticed Yelda and Tsmugi sitting on the wall outside. Just then, Mango - Marilyn - texted me, boasting about enjoying warm PJ's at her house. I was jealous. The club stopped singing and began talking about food. I left my lunch sitting alone at my abode waiting to be eaten. Oh how I wished it was in my hands.

5th period knocked on my metaphorical door and I only had to deliver one slip to building 6. It took me 11 minutes to do, which is basically record time for a temporary cripple. I did my homework while overhearing the occasional gossip story with the staff, and let my thumbs to the talking to Brynne and Mango. I then got a text to go outside and walk/talk to get out of the tiny room I reside in. I made up an excuse, got a hall pass, and made the difficult task of walking around. It was nice. I returned after what I can assure you isn't how long it should take to get a book from your locker to an undisturbed staff. I gave back my hall pass and continued to work unnoticed.

The second the bell rang I knew that I didn't want to go to algebra 2. Like, at all. But, being a good little girl, I went. I was still overcast oustide and a little muggy. I wished for it to rain again, but was unsuccessful. I realized I forgot my algebra homework and sat intently for about 3 seconds before I lost interest. I listened to the angry hormonal teen boys acting cool by smashing lockers downstairs. No one pays attention in this class. We are just a bunch of unresponsive teens, more focused on the "important things in life".

I know you're wondering why I'm going in depth about my extremely uneventful day, but it's my blog, and I'll write what I want. :] I've decided to take a journal to school as often as I can write down my thoughts, then post them on here, assuming I don't have better things to do.
Until then...

xoxo
Jasmine

"It's raining today. The blinds are shut. It's always the same. I've tried all of the games that they play, but they made me insane." Tokio Hotel (World Behind My Wall)