Stuck at school.
Bored for an hour until my poetry class at 2... where I will continue to be bored.
There's a couple things I could be getting done right now, but I'm not really feeling them.
The only reason I show up for Poetry is the certain someone I keep bringing up. The class in incredibly boring & we hardly do any writing. Right now we're in the worst fucking chapter so far.
If this dude didn't feel the need to sit next me in class everyday, I wouldn't even bother showing up.
I guess I can thank him for my decent attendance record.
I'm not gonna lie, though. This semester has been boring as shit.
I kinda just want to go home, paint my nails & listen to Jonny Craig.