Today, ladies and gentlemen, I had a larger breakfast. SHOCKING!
I've been eating 2 pieces of toast each day but come second class, every single school day, I'm hungry. No, the fact that its lunch time by then does not have anything to do with it. I normally don't bring lunch to school with me so I space out alot during third class.
This morning, I had a revolutionary idea.
Eat a larger breakfast.
Close but no cigar. The result was catastrophic. 2nd class comes.
Shit! I'm hungry! Wait... Maybe I'm sick. One of the two... shit.
After worrying for a while on the outcomes in the future caused by my "revolutionary idea", i began to feel tired because one of the following events occured;
1) Space aliens were killing me slowly to prevent the destruction of thier planet in the future
2) Eating a healthy product of nature for the first time in a while, my body decided to prcess all my blood sugar
3) It was something of a sugar rush induced by the natural sugars in the apple and strawberries I had with my toast.
In any case, I was not fit for any type of work. I spaced out alot and started making jokes, some sarcastic, during my clases. I dont remember a single one but I do recall a joke from my friend.
Don't freak, these are new characters.
H: Whatchyou two been don'?
B: Don't look at me, I don't swing that way!
K: Aww, if you don't swing my way then you must swing R's way.
Class: Oh snap!
Nice one K.
Much later in the day, last class to be precise,
Stui (my secret alias name for a teacher): can anyone tell me the answer to question 8? not you C, shut up.
he didnt even move his hand.
Me: *snickers*
Lastly, walking home, I stared down a car. Similar to the way I stared down my cat. My cat was mewing at me so I stared at it, eye to eye, untill it shut up. Now, eye contact with me can be pretty scary. I always feel like I'm not actually looking at you. I feel like I'm looking through you. I have this idea that people think I am looking through them when we have eye contact. Thats why I make it rare. I tend to move my head in our direction when you talk to me but my eyes may be looking somewhere off in the distance.
Luckily m friends dont ask so I think they have gotten used to it.
Anways...
This car was backing out and I looked at it.
It stopped backing out and let me cross the driveway and keep walking.
In my oppinion; DAMN STRAIGHT!