Gym class

School. Ugh.

Well I'm back.

Everything's pretty much the same. Same school, same classes, same
people. Nothing changed, except for maybe a few new shirts, shoes, and
pants...

I'm in gym class. The absolute worse hour and a half on the planet.
I'm stuck here. I don't know anyone well enough to have an actual
conversation. (*quick side note: People keep fucking bumping into me!
People are fucking yelling at each other from six inches away, and I
can't fucking move an inch without bumping into someone! *Please
excuse the language, but I can't express in words how much I hate
being here.)

Anyways, gym. The one-point-five hours of nonstop yelling, rapping,
and cursing. (Not by me, by everyone else.) I can't help but think
about how I would rather be somewhere else. Anywhere else.

I have nothing better to do, so let's try and make this my longest
blog yet, shall we? *sigh

So my gym teacher is selling candy, and if you refuse, she'll threaten
to give you an F! Haha. She's pretty cool though. Much better than the
fat, loud, and bossy one. All he does is yell and yell.

Oh! There goes someone I actually know!
.... And he's gone. Haha

Let's discuss something random shall we?

I've been thinking lately about online flirting.
*cough cough Chany *cough cough.
I might as well ask you, I mean, I think you're probably the only
person that reads this. Oh and Amy too, but probably not at much. Or
maybe even japstaboi, cause he's a stalker.

Well, to whomever reads this, could you give me your ideas and
opinions on "online flirting?"

Thanks. Oh and is this my longest blog yet?

Currently listening to: Get Me An Exit by The Sophomore Attempt

Currently watching: Some kid telling a story: using his body and
yelling a lot.

I hate gym. I'm so bored.

-Paolo