laurelpants

I was released from school at 11:25 today. Luanne picked me up and we went to Jack in the Box because I've never been to one. I ordered a chicken teriyaki bowl and it was delicious. My glasses broke, God damn you Laura. The screw had popped out and I hit my face and so the lens just fell into my lap. So I guess me being let out of school hours earlier than normal was just fate, aha.
I started writing to Courtland during journalism and I'm going to do it everyday from now on. So he'll know what I think of as I think of them, weeks later of course. Shit, it's been months and I still haven't mailed any of the letters I've written. I'm not going to reread them and make sure I still feel the same way, I did once and you all need to know. Laura and Raven have really sad letters, and I'm pretty sure Lisa's is sad too. I'm gonna say the letters will definitely be mailed before my package from my momma gets up here.

As I was walking to the restroom from novel, the exact thing I said I'd stop doing, Jerel and I had a stare down. He looked at me with pure disgust and hatred, and it really freaked me out. Its the kid's eyes, they're so intense. I guess Jerel hates me, which is really okay with me because I don't REALLY want anything to do with him. It's a situation where I constantly confuse myself. All I know is he's a manipulating person that uses his good looks to get away with shit. And I guess how he talks allows him to get away with things. I wish I could have learned more about him, because how he talked reminded me of the kinds of things Raven and I would talk about. But Raven isn't manipulating, nor does she use her good looks for the easy way out. Raven, you are above and beyond Jerel's beauty. Let's fuck all day.

Luanne and I went to Walmart to get the screw for my glasses. Some lady in the optical department fixed it for us for free. Fo freey. Then I drove from Walmart to St. Joe's. I drove right by a cop going 50mph. Luanne thought he was going to pull me over because he was turning, he didn't. If a cop pulled me over my LiveJournal entry would be completely different in all ways. My phone's ringing: it's Carina! She feels better. Can she cheeeeelllL? She burped, she's apologizing. She can't cheeelllL until tomorrow, maybe. I changed my ringtone to Delta Bay, by the way.
St. Joe's kids were doing the walk-a-thon and it I felt like such a creeper parked on top a hill scanning the mass amount of children for one specific child. Some Catholic kid screamed, "CREEPER!" at me too. I gave him three points.


I don't really like driving.