Wakin' up early and school uniforms ...

... suck. Big time. I mean, hell, I spent 3 months going to bed at 1, 2, 3 or even 4 a.m., then waking up at 11 or 12 a.m. Not including the two weeks I was waking up at 3 or 4 p.m. Now those were confotable times ... for me. I have the impression that those that saw me (I had a door with a glass window ... not like there is any other kind of windo... wait; is PVC a window?!) were very, very jealous of me and my ZzzzZZZzzzZ (read: super sexy long lasting Sand Girl; Sandman is for wusses and ghei people :P )

It's such hard to wake up at 7 a.m. ... Today my mom acme and woke me up, and I was like "Ugh ... did I wake in the middle of my sleep? Wait, what sleep? *look at my mom* GODDAMN it's school! ARGH!" then I proceded to dooze off for a couple of minutes, then dress, eat, get my ugly uniform on (I almost had a heart attack (exafgeration. duh) when I heard we had to wear uniforms. I never got into a costume since I was ... wait, I wonder if I ever did it ... Anyway, at least I can wear sneakers. And a t-shirt. Small consolation for looking like a complete dork/geek/nerd whateva.

I'm already sleepy and it's barely 7 p.m. . Wanted to sleep for a couple of hours but couldn't. Damn ... uhm ... not-sleep!! You're BAD!

Death by lack of excessive sleep.

School. Bah.

Now, I would rant on about the fact that school just started (highschool = 9th grade yay!), but I am suffering from a severe hangover from acute lack of Sand (Man). That certain sand is the drug of all mankind, just like religion is the drug of the population (a certain Cynthia is now thinking "RANT ALERT!" and a certain Madeline is thinking "What the HELL is he talking about?!"; ignore their shouts, they don't matter much).

Right, where was I? Oh yeah, school started. The sux and the rox for now. Nothing is decided. Collegues are cool, got humor in them, got brains, and the great part is that they all have computers. Donno how far their knowledge goes, but they should be okay. After all, the highschool is informatics. The professors are OK ... for now. The math teacher is refined, the physics is kinda annoying and old, the Romanian is OK, the religion is cool and our main professor (donno how it works in other countries, but here you got a main teacher who is responsible of your class) is cool on the outside, fugly on the inside. Bitch. She's the only one who made us write today, instead of discussing. THEN, she gave us homework, and *THEN* she said that if we don't do our homework, we got a 3 (the max grade is 10, the min grade is 1). Cunt.

Ugh. Anywayz, already making friends, wanted to go out, exchanged messenger ID's. Kewl. Looking forward to the next days =)

Death by bitch.