The Birds and the Bees are flying in the trees!!!!

I'm starting to think that they put the little "we're watching you" thing at the top of my screen just to scare me.

I have two new favorite songs. They are:
The Birds and the Bees by Patrick and Eugene
and
Eleanor Put Your Boots On by Franz Ferdinand.
I recommend both of them. They're very enjoyable.

Let's see... what happened today...
Well, I'm in 6th hours, so school isn't over yet. Meaning, I haven't done much of anything yet. Except school stuff. That's not exciting. Well, I guess it could be, but that's beside the point. Today has been pretty un-eventful, so I don't know why I'm writing a blog about it. I got to school, we didn't do anything in gym. In Holocaust class, I read my shitty ass book to the class and got an A- on it. I was surprised, honestly, I didn't think I did that good. I couldn't find that much information. But that made me happy! Algebra, teacher was a bitch, as always. SHe is so damn bitter. It drives me insane, she acts like she hates everyone and hates her job. GRAH. She should retire. Spanish class was fun, just because it always is. I could never lave that class, I've fallen in love with the fun times we all have in there. Yeah. It's funny. Our teacher randomly spazzes out. It's so hilarious! Then I went to lunch outside, and messaed around with people. PORK RIND IS STILL LOST and people are mad at Leo. But I'm not. Sally, and Chloe are, I think. Mistakes happen. But I do miss Pork Rind. THe rest of my classes were boring, except for Cemecia filling her mouth with salt in science class. I swear, I have never met anyone stupider than her. *eye roll* She said she wanted to cut off my boobs and fry them up. She has some problem in her head, I swear. I'm not doing anything after school, but I really want to. Some people are hanging out somewhere. I'll have to find out where.
I'm in a really happy, chilled out mood right now. I keep listening to my two new favorite songs over and over and over again. They really are good!

I gotta go, it's time to get out of this place. Or "blow this joint" as the young ones say.
Damn 7th graders.

-Izzy!!