GOD DAMN IT, BAD LIFE DECISION SATURDAYS!

Show up for my 9 AM History class, exactly at 9 AM. There’s only two seats left, fuck that.

Take literally 10 pages of notes about the World’s Colombian Exhibition in Chicago. STUPID! Class is over and the old dude in front of me hands me a post note with his email saying he “takes lots of notes, in case I need any.” I was about to be like “DID YOU NOT SEE ME FUCKING TAKING NOTES THE ENTIRE TIME?!” But I said thanks and left. Lol.

Next was Spanish DOS! Woo, I walk in to find a few old classmates and my teacher walks in. Basically that class is singing and dancing EN ESPANOLLLL. So my face is like this the entire time….

Then I had an hour lunch, ate food and watched little kids run around and scream on a playground. ME GUSTA.

Oh boy, here comes Communication Studies! I fell asleep for five minutes, lol. Oops. My bad! By the time 1:30 rolled around, I had a migraine. NO ME GUSTA. So I went and took a nap at my friend Rachel’s house.

Now it is ballet time! At first it was normal syllabus shit, then some dumb fuck is like “CAN WE DANCE TODAY?” and I was like “FUCK NO!” because 1/2 of the class was dressed normally for school and the other for dancing. Assholes. So I had to stretch for 40 minutes in some fuckin’ tight ass jeans. Lady was having us do splits and shit. NO ME GUSTA.

AND NOW! Here comes math, at 7 pm at night. With a totally awesome teacher and like 8 babes and 9 cholos and 3 moms.

Lol. Great times. Did 40 problems and bounced. But then I come home to find out I have to cancel my upcoming trip to San Diego this weekend to go visit my boy. NO ME FUCKING GUSTA. And that’s my day!