Firey Chasem

Sitting in this summer school class... There are so many things I would rather be doing right now, and not a one of them appropriate. The 'Novanet' is down and I'm stuck here for another 25 minuets. I've already been in here since 10:00 am, and starting July 5 they've decided to add another hour onto our sentence. So from 10 am to 2pm eastern time, I'm the Man's prisoner.
Adrian. I could be with that German kid who has the hots for me. Not that I return the favor, but its nice to know that someone some where finds me even remotely attractive. We canoodled at Malcolm's party and since then he randomly pops into my mushy gray thing called a brain. All we did was kiss but its still shocks me that he is 18 and I was the first person he ever kissed. I had my first kiss in grade school and that was no biggie... Hes a mystery. Even Bitch nugget gets some action, and I'm 86.7% certain that atleast 3/4 of the school hates his whiney ass.
Personally I'd like to be on Facebook right now but you know how these 'school' computers work. You have to proxy all this shit now a days, and I really don't feel like doing that. I feel like going home and playing DDR and eating everything my disgusting frige has to offer me. Wait, no, I'd rather be at Tres' house doing that and swimming, but noooooooo he has to go to Marshill college to do upward bound. God, I hate summer programs that take your friends away. Not that Tres is my only friend or anything. Its just that I'm sick and tired of all my other friends.