Ash Hat

All in all, my day started off like crap. I didn’t feel like waking up at all or pre-gaming school. Yeah. I didn’t feel like pre-gaming, that’s how sad the morning was. Anyway, I am in the car with Cat and we are discussing the events that took place over the weekend. Well more so my weekend, since I pretty much nonstop partied from Thursday-Monday. Go me. But not really. So, as I was talking about said events I got this overwhelmingly terrible feeling. I have to go to school. Why. I have never wished for summer this bad in my life. Every fiber in my sixteen year old body ACHED for summer. I mean every year I hope for summer, but I know it’s coming. This year I want summer so bad… I am thinking of just quitting school, life, and normality. Pick up a job as a coke dealing, box stealing, kitten breeding hooker, who runs marathons for cancer on the side. Maybe, if my busy schedule permits I will become a freestyle rapper. Oh the places I will go.

But in all honesty, I felt like Flossy (the great pipe smoking rabbit) had come down and rips my face from it’s sockets. I was dealing with MASSIVE allergy head aches and severe sleepiness (thanks to a certain boy who thought it would be a genius idea to keep me up WELL past my bed time) as well as the NEED for summer.  T.G.I.F.

Vocabulary of the day:

-Flossy: The Great Pipe Smoking Rabbit who controls the world. He is our ruler.

-T.G.I.F. : Contrary to popular belief, T.G.I.F. really means Thank God I‘m Fly. Kid Cudi cleared this up for me. Thank you Cudi for forever expanding my knowledge. 

WAIT, shouldn’t it be T.F.I.F…. Thank Flossy I‘m Fly.

Sorry, Cudi, you lied.