A Day In The Life At My School For Me.
AGH! A GREEN PENIS!
I walk down the steps from Babylon...
                  A berry-bat. So very kvlt.
Just as I was working on that picture I talked about this morning on the main page, I heard a honk outside. I turned off Winamp, grabbed my backpack, and went out the front door of my dad's house. I walked out into the street, got on my cab, and listened to Celtic Frost's To Mega Therion. Other than myself in the back-right seat, there was Rachel in the back-left seat, some kid whose name I don't know in the middle-right seat (in front of me) [EDIT 10/1/04: His name is Tyler.], another kid whose name I don't know sitting in the shotgun seat (in front of the kid in the middle seat in front of me in the back seat) [EDIT 10/1/04: His name is James.], and a very scary-looking cab driver in the front seat. We drove past some stores like Blockbuster and Albertson's, then up a small hill into my mom's neighborhood. We drove past her house, and about a street or two away was Patrick's house. Now for those who don't know, Patrick is an immensely retarded person who is in denial about being retarded. He's an annoying little shit, and once he grabbed my leg....yeah....anyways, we got in front of his house, and I saw an atrocious sight:
Oh, erm... hee hee. I don't know how THAT got in here... now.... here is what I actually saw. ;)
The one and only retarded....PATRICK!, as he "tries" to insult me.
So after he got on the cab, we then drove onto the freeway, down about I'd estimate 5 million kilometers, give or take 3. Then we got into the school parking lot, and I got out and walked to the front of the school waiting with the other high-schoolers (I'm a freshman right now). I told people about how I made this very website you're at right now. They weren't suprised that I called it "Kurt's Bathroom". I'm so flattered that they know me. Tee hee *blush* Then, my homeroom teacher, Mr. Collins, took us all inside the school, then upstairs to our homeroom. After I put my food in the microwave [EDIT 10/1/04: I mean, the refridgerator. :p] while thinking of Patrick being decapitated, Mr. Collins asked to speak with me outside. He told me that I would be having a new classroom for my first period Social Skills from now on, because there were too many kids in his Social Skills class. So I went down 2 floors to the basement level, which is where Mr. Plotkein's (sp?) class is. [EDIT 10/1/04: It's not Mr. Plotkein. It's actually Mr. Wilkins. I wonder how I messed that up...?] In Mr. Plotkein's class, we were handed point sheets, which I didn't touch for the rest of the day. The goal I wrote on my sheet was to not call out in class. Then I went back up to the first floor and outside to PE. It was pretty boring, because every pitcher we had for baseball (like, 3 or 4 TAs) didn't know shit about pitching. I'm far from being a jock, and even I know how to pitch a ball. And one thing that pissed me off was that while I was up to bat at one point, I got 4 balls, yet I still wasn't allowed to walk to first, so I got 3 strikes trying to hit the ball and I got out. >_< PE pretty much sucked today, when PE has actually been better than normal this year. Anyways, after PE time ran out, we went up to Mr. Redecker's class for Earth Science, where I sit next to Nick. Nick is really pretty much a normal kid, except he's a bit sensitive, and whenever he gets angry, he holds in his anger, and then eventually, he can't hold it in anymore and he
EXPLODES!!!!!!, like he did in English class last week. Kaboom. Anyways, he was bothering Ashley about some stupid thing, and overheard him say under his breath "Bitch." I notice a lot of things most other people don't. Here's a picture of Nick:
He's pretty fucking tall. And it seems like he always wears some Hawaiian shirt or something. A winner is you. So throughout Earth Science, I was scared that Nick would go crazy and do stuff worse than what's talked about in Cannibal Corpse songs. *shudders* But in the end, I don't need to worry. I always have Murphy to protect me. Oh you don't know Murphy? Where the fuck have you been? He's the greatest goddamn baby dragon ever. Spyro, eat your heart out. I unfortunately cannot provide a picture of his sexiness, so just imagine something better than Spyro. Like dog semen.

Now, I managed to survive Earth Science. The bell rang, and we went to Math next, with a teacher whose name I can't remember at the moment. [EDIT 10/1/04: Her name is Ms. Severino.] The seats in class were rearranged, so I sat at the back today instead of at the front. After going over our homework that was assigned last Wednesday, my therapist came in to see me. Oh shit. I just remembered that I didn't get today's homework from anyone. I'll have to call one of my friends after I finish this for tonight's homework. Anyways, I then saw my therapist in her office, and I talked with her about how scary Nick is, and about this website. I gave her the URL, so if you're reading this, HI! :D : D: D:D :D:  :D: :D :D: D::D: D :D: D: :D: D :D :D ::D : D :D :D: D::D Then, I left her office, and it was lunchtime. So I went up and got my hamburger (I usually have a microwave pizza, but my dad hasn't gone shopping in awhile, which pisses me off, because then I won't be able to eat, and I'll die in my puddle of non-foody crap. When I die, I want to be in foody crap, so people will know how much of a king I am when they see my majestic food inside my crap. "Oh, Kurt! You're so sexy and tr00! OMG Let me bear your children LOL!!111!!!").

Then once I got outside, I sat on the ground next to Kevin AKA Nex, and Alex. Nex is one interesting person. I won't say retarded, because he's cool, but occasionally, he's even weirder than me, which makes me hate his guts. Here's his portrait:
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"BUTTER MY NUTS!"
So, Nex was going insane, because he didn't have his CD player with him, because he was grounded. Again. What an idiot, duct-taping his brother to his bed. At least that's why he was grounded last time. Anyways, he was throwing a bunch of leaves from a nearby tree at me while I was trying to eat my hamburger and drink my soda. He also kept on screaming random jibberish, including "BUTTER MY NUTS!". Alex joined in on throwing leaves at me, and when I finished my food, I threw away the soda can and napkin. I then came back (we were all sitting on the floor, so no table) and stomped on Nex's nuts. :) Now they're squished, chewy butterry nuts..... Boy, I freak myself out sometimes. Then Michael came from wherever he was, and he was hitting Kevin and Alex with some more leaves and mini-branches. Then a mini-riot started. Everyday at lunch, there's a mini-riot of throwing things at eachother. Then, some TAs came and told us to pick up the leaves and sticks and throw them away. I talked my way out of throwing them away, so I was happy. :)

Then we went to English. For English, we were handed photocopies of Edgar Allen Poe's The Casket Of Count Chocula, or some such story. We're supposed to read pages 1-3 and list the definitions of the underlined words. I'm glad I have dictionary.com, whereas all my friends (I think) have to use old-fashioned dictionaries. Yet another example of how bored I am that I have to insult my friends' type of dictionary. I wish I could eat as much as I wanted without gaining weight (not that I'm fat, mind you...). Then I left to Spanish, and we were told by our Spanish teacher that we'd have a different classroom for learning Spanish from now on. Yet another different classroom for me today. Hmm... must be a conspiracy. Anyways, myself, Michael, Zachary, Luke, Frank, Nicky, and I know there's another kid, but I can't remember who, went to one of the other schools on campus. We went inside a building, then up the stairs and down a hallway to our new Spanish class, where I saw a familiar face: JAKE! I also don't have a picture of him, though soon I will spy on him, and take a picture of him doing something bad, like looking at softcore porn while eating avocadoes, or something equally as entertaining.

We learned some things in Spanish, and I have to study the days of the week in Spanish for homework tonight. That reminds me. Soy dentista y soy de Miami. My Spanish book taught me how to say that I'm a dentist from Miami. [EDIT 10/1/04: I recently learned that I said I'm a female dentist from Miami. *blush*] This'll help out whenever some child molestor comes up to me and asked me what my favorite video game is. Then we left, and went back to Mr. Redecker's class for Life Skills. I learned... nothing, pretty much, but that's because we didn't get to cover much today other than how to pick out an apartment. Oh yeah, Ashley looked on page 17 of our Life Skills book, and it showed first, second, and third-degree burns. She was grossed out, but I now have more material for writing a song! In the end, everyone is happy. :p

Then we left to go back to homeroom, and for once, no one jammed their termite-covered Fruit Roll-Up in my desk. :) The bell then rang, and I went downstairs back to the parking lot to go in my cab and listened to Megadeth's The System Has Failed. On the way home, Patrick flipped me off, because he was having a major case of PMS. Then I went down the freeway back to my city, Patrick got dropped off, then I got dropped off. Then I came in the house and started writing this at about 4:00 PM. Goddamn, I'm slow.
Update 9/21/04: Here's a picture of Murphy. He's the greatest thing in the world. <3