rambles in school

Usually I don’t write in school, but I guess today is the day this is going to all change. It might be squeaky clean ’cause I’m half asleep and I can’t remember the girl’s name in my dream on the way to school. I’m happy when sleeping at most times, otherwise when I’m awake I’m dead to the world. I put off this quiet persona ’cause thats who I am, but I there’s more, I ’spose, not much though. How the hell do you unveil a lazy person? I don’t talk, ’cause I don’t feel like carrying on. I’ve been told I’m good at listening so thats just what I’ll do… talking was never my thing (and I’m not really paying attention to what I’m typing). Alex is playing on my shuffle, itsallgood, I can’t understand a thing he’s saying other then he misses someone, but who doesn’t in a song?

Eh, I’m not up for dialogue now. I tried banning like from my vocab too, unless essential. She rollin’ for you? Like a blunt? It’s the aspiring drug dealer in me that surfaces. Yeah, right… I’d get my ass kicked if I really was doing that, so I just decided to become a rapper and have my cousin as my manager, “girl, lemme be yo manager.” Oooh, I like? Not really.

Up next is fashion and I kinda hate/like it; worksheets have never really been fun, but I don’t see why I’m hating these worksheets when they’re so damn easy. Maybe I was expecting to watch Project Runway, ’cause that would be aces (lmao, CR is so getting to me). I don’t have a life, honest to god, even though I don’t really believe in him- its my apathy that surfaces once more (it surfaces many times in blogs.).

I wish I was a ho? Just for kicks and giggles. Not really, I think I’d like to open an agency.