Salt & Pepper.

Sup homiez.  Quite a bit was up today.  Might as well start.

I got in teh car this morning, my homie Jeana takes me to school.  She starts crying about her college class and how she missed it last night, the very first one.  I understand completely, holy shit hello stress, but I just never know what to do to make other people feel better when they’re in the shitpits.  I always want to be left the fuck alone and if anyone talks to me I’m like fuuuuuck you.  But I know everyone ain’t like that.  She’s my best friend and all, but I don’t like messing with that line, you understand?  Sigh.  It’s such a fine mark between making a person feel better and pissing them off.  : / 

And then we got our PSAT scores back in English today… I’m in the top 6 percentile of all juniors that took the bloody test.  Jeana didn’t do so hot, so I couldn’t sit there and complain like I usually would have.  I mean, I screwed up… I did better last year… but I couldn’t get my frustration out right hten and there.  I’m not that insensitive to other people’s pain.  Quite the opposite, I’m quite near an empath. 

An old homie of mine, after school, took me to his truck to show me his new creation- he left aa carton of milk in the bed of his truck for a week and he’s making cottage cheese.  It’s pretty shitty nasty… the container is all bloated and the inside when you shake it… it’s definitely hard.  LOL.  And we live in Texas, too, so it’s been warm here, melting that bitch.  Yah. 

Jeana and I found the one hot guy in all of our school.  Yea.  We’ve nicknamed him Claude, because it’s a nice foreign name.  We dug the shit out of him until we saw him with one of the walking herpes that plague our school.  He ain’t so hot anymore.  Fucking sluts, I hate them all.  GRRRRR.

I was sitting in the kitchen eating my lunch when the house started rattling.  My mom goes, “Earthquake!”  I go, “No, wait, we live in Texas…”  and my dad runs outside and I’m on his heels.  It was pretty disappointing- there were just two Black Hawks.  : /  I was looking forward to a tank rollin down the street or something.  Ha!  That would have been tight!  My house is cool- there are so many whack military planes that go by.  It’s tight.  : D

I busted my foot again.  My left one.  I think that makes two times I’ve hurt the left and four times the right.  Or three the right.  I don’t remember.  I’m trying to start counting.  It’s inbetween all of my metatarsal heads that it hurts, and my family and I have deducted that it’s either a stress fracture or tendonitis.  Either way I just gotta grit and bear it if I wanna dance- we don’t have hte money to go to the doctor, frustrating or not.  My back’s hella bad, too, but oh well.  I compete in a few weeks though, which makes it bad.  For either of the two ailments I probably have, my foot should be immobilized for at least four weeks.  I’m so screwed.  Tendonitis isn’t that bad though, it’s not terrible.  I’ve had it a couple times before, in the right foot.  My ailments list is too long, lol, I can’t continue.

I want to ride in a helicopter one day.  That would be hella wicked.  Yea. 

Alright motherfuckers, I’m out, that was my day, and yea.  Not much else.  Mcl.

-Inmate