Damn, I'm on a skool computer. I have no Invader Zim pictures on my skoolfiles or on my memory stick. That sucks.
Yep, I'm in ICT. I have nothing else to do. Besides, if the teacher were to catch me, how can he punish me? There's an exam of some sort going on in here (gladly I'm not a participant in this exam), so we can't speak.
But I have art next, and I'm so f*cked. Why, you might say? *Might.* Because, ehergh, I have a deadline of 1 week for doing my art work. A whole project. And I haven't even finished 1 piece of art work yet. I am....... so dead. How dead am I? Very.
And I need the bathroom pretty bad. There's 20 minutes left.
And I have nothing else to say. What can I say now? Erm... It's just too quiet now. I hear lots of people typing, and some mumbling. This is making me nervous... I look around. I think some people are actually working. Man, this sucks.
Fred's sending me an email. But as she is sitting next to me, I can just read it as she types it. Shockingness... After Art I have business studies. With Georgina Howlett and Melissa Fitzsimmons. And I am so screwed and p1ssed off. Remember the b1tch fight? Well, George told Fred that 'her people' told her that she was called a b1tch by us. (Actually, I didn't say it, Fred did XP) And she said something about me being Fred's 'gay little friend'. I am not gay, no way am I gay. Am I gay? No way, jose. (That's pronounced ho-say, by the way.) I am as*xual, not gay. She is undereducated. What should I do? Confront the gay b1tch? Ignore her? Or jump on her head and shout Happy Noodle Boy sayings down her ear? Mind you, she'd probably confront me first. If she doesn't, I'm still gonna scream at her.
I AM NOT GAY!!
# Bobbin slithered back into the shadows at 9:30 AM
