This is it folks, I am done with classes at St. I’m-a-stupid-fuck-and-no-one-can-spell-my-name’s School. No more bullshit from teachers who manage to have 90% of their class fail, no more shit from teacher’s who think the intercom is a talking fucking CAT, and NO MORE FUCKING SCHOOLBUS FULL OF FUCKING MORONS. =)

Now, class night, which includes a dance for 7th and 8th grade, needs some details here. Some good shit happened, and since this is MY fucking blog, I get to post it. So HA.

We kick off the dinner, whee. This night of columbus comes in looking like an idiot with a cape and a sword, and I had to leave the gym to keep from laughing in the poor man’s face. Blablabla, and we skip to my speech, the presidentail address. It went off without a hitch, thanks. Skip to the end of the dinner, where the parents leave, and the fun starts.

We had a closet door open up tonight. People had been talking, but…Yea. Chris was dancing with Ben. I could go on for a bit here, but I won’t.

We also had Joey of 7th grade try and kiss Jonae. Needless to say, she slapped him around a bit. A few minutes later, she informed us she was ‘tramatized’.

The dance bit was meh. Nothing too exciting or unexpected from me. Danced with a few of my homies, ya know? =P

Thinking back on tonight, I have but two regrets. One being the fact that I didn’t get to help beat the shit out of joey, as I know happened. Fucking with my homies, bitch…

Da.