:(
I woke up this morning at 7:20...meaning I had overslept by almost an hour. I had intended to wake up earlier so I could take the bus and avoid the rain, but for whatever reason...I didn't. That meant I had to bike. Worked my ass off in the rain to get to school in time, parked my bike in front, then ran to class. I only made it by about 30 seconds. It was tragic - the unending flow of curses that erupted from my mouth while I was biking.
"Fucking bitch slut ass shit bitch fucking shit ass fitch fuck ass shit..."
I saved time cursing by consolidating two words. Fucking + Bitch = Fitch. I sat through my first two classes with my jeans soaking and my jacket for the most part, a little damp. My mood increased gradually during math through the miraculous combination of the sun making an appearance (and thus warming my jacket-less self), a good song stuck in my head, and some mild retardation.
Later in the day, I got to band. We're going to a competition or...some such thing tomorrow, thus missing a whole day of school (w00t). Thing is, our school has a "no pass, no play" policy, meaning any one in the band who's failing at least one class can't participate in any competitions, field trips, or extra-curricular band activities. And we, being the geniuses we are, had
seven people failing...out of 33 or so kids in the class. So now we're playing tomorrow with only about 3/4 of the band. Excellent.
Not all bad news, though. I got another one of them free iTunes song caps from a kid in social studies and used it to download "Bitches Ain't Shit," played by Ben Folds. Essentially, a ridiculously obscene Dr. Dre song played on the piano by a soft-spoken thirty-something pussy white boy. Sooo great. Even has a random British guy singing Snoop Dogg's part.
Bitches ain't shit but hos and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the fuck out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run...
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and fuck the hos at night
Tighter than a mutharfucka with the gangsta beats
And we was ballin' on the muthafuckin' Compton streets
Peep, the shit got deep and it was on
Number one song after number one song
Long as my muthafuckin' pockets was fat
I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was atNow, imagine that sung...by
this guy.