not really......but argh. i'm really not being nice to anyone, well, amy i guess, and him, but not much of anyone but my friends. honestly, if that bastard throws a paintball in my locker again, i'm doing worse than making it crack open in front of him (on the ground). argh......so what the hell, it's no my fault i'm smart, and uncaring, and don't really like giving people help with homework. and why am i not in the high math class? dammit, i'm not good at math! deal with it, ****ing bastards......
oh, and i don't like reading a sentence, a really short one, because then i have to scroll more and that detracts from eating dinner.