Sluts and Farmers

Prom was Saturday
and I hate Skosh.
True story.

I hate school so much. Seriously.
My classes are
1st block--dual and individual
2nd block--AP calculus AB
3a--band
3b--German III
4th block--senior leadership

Gahhhhh!
I'm the only senior in my gym class and the rest of the people are stoners...well...most of them. I'm pretty sure the one stoner boy gave me the nod the other day.
I came out of the locker room and he was all like, "I smell vanilla." All I said was, "Oh, that's my perfume."
Then he gave me the nod, and I walked away...then he said something I didn't understand.

Barf.

Calculus is a joke. I'm not taking the AP test, but Mr. Duerr gives us a practice test every day. It's pointless for me to do them. Especially when I only get 10 right on each one.
Pff.

Senior Leadership is the biggest waste of my time. Seriously. I kid you not. She talks at us for an hour and 20 minutes and then goes, "Oh I get so tired of talking."
Duh. We get tired of listening to you.
Then she yells at us for laughing. No joke.
She tells us these stupid, random stories...like how her roommate in Boston used to soak her hemroids in her roasting pan.

Seriously...why do I need this class to graduate?

I get to go to Body World on Wednesday!
I'm kinda mad because there are some people who are going just to go.
I am going because I think it is interesting, and I want to be a doctor.

Yeah.
So I hate it whenever somebody asks me what I plan to do with my life.
I say, "I want to be a doctor."
Then they are like, "Oh, that's a lot of work." And then start talking about how I will fail at life.

So I took my college placement tests Saturday before prom. I met this guy who was coordinating the tests for Marshfield. He asked me. I told him.
He was happy for me and started telling me about different classes I can take.

This man didn't know me, but he had more faith in me than people who actually know me.
There's something wrong with this picture.
My own pastor at church doesn't have faith in me getting through medical school.
These people are making me question what I expect from myself.

Screw them.
I have a back-up plan.
If I cannot handle it, I'll transfer to a tech school and become either a surgical technician or an anestheseologist's assistant.

I missed my blog :(

Wow.
I looked at the date of my last post and couldn't believe it.

To be honest I've been in a bubble for the past few months. Pretty much no emotions or anything. I've never gone this long without having conflicts in my life.

Well, times have changed and everything is back to normal.

A lot has been going on lately. Well....kind of.

So as I've said, I've been away from conflict...which mostly means boys. I have had no interest. None.

Then I went to German camp. I was overcome by boys. I have NEVER experienced that before. At camp we had a family (a group of people we ate with) and a house (who we shared a room with).
So there was a boy in my family named Anton. Weird boy. Very tall.
I was like, "So...Anton, are you a junior or a senior?"
And he was all like, "Um...I'm a freshman."
WHAT?! He looked like he was like 25.
Apparently he thought I was a sophomore.

Then there was my family counselor. HOT.
He was like Man-pretty's twin brother...only with a little more meat on his bones. He was 20 and was probably the only German counselor who got tired of speaking German all the time. Great times. He would be like, "Ja....wir haben einen....um....yeah...so I'll just make some shit up. So I was a frog prince who had like 30 wives and 20 kids and I totally got it on with all the frog princess whores."
Seriously...he actually said that.
He had the #4 hottest ass I've ever seen.
(The real Man-pretty has #3...although it could be argued he has #2)

However, #1 has to go to Reiner. He was also a counselor. I can't even say anything else. Wow. I was sitting on a bench next to Anton and my friend Anna....Reiner stood up on the bench next to me to do the whole "Hallo Waldsee!" thing. His ass was glorious. Anna and I were speechless while Anton got mad.


I got humped by a 12 year old boy. I was busting a move, and he decided to bust a nut.

So it was a 6 hour bus ride home. Random Freshman read Cosmo and learned where the G-spot is. Then I let him practice taking my bra off. Okay...it sounds worse than it is. There was like actual physical contact and it was a group activity. I took it off and and girls on the bus instructed him on how to work the clasp.

Okay. Officially I am changing Random Freshman's nickname. I don't call him that outside of my blog...only in writing.
So Random Freshman is officially Skosh.

So all the German stuff was last weekend. This weekend was State forensics.
Boring ride to Madison.

When we got to the city I checked my phone and found I had about 4 calls from a # I had never seen before. Hmmm...who could it be? Eventually, they left me a message. It went like this:
"Hey...midget, why don't you answer your damn phone?"

HOW THE HELL DID HWSFRN GET MY CELLPHONE NUMBER?!?!?!

Hmm.

This weekend was...amusing.

Quick summary....
I kicked Skosh's ass at Madden 98. I schooled him 2/3 times at Mario Kart.
He explained boxing while we watched a match from 1998.

I got my ass handed to me by a sophomore barely bigger than the trombone he plays. Then he proceeded to chase me around a gas station with a can of SPAM.

Hobo Joe almost got hit by about 90 cars and ate all my half-eaten food. Barf.
Seriously.

While we were in Madison I became very sad. That's where I wanted to go to school, but I'm not.
Every year when I was at the UW campus I would imagine going to school there. But this year I just looked around and realized that next year I won't be there. I'll be at UW-LaX

University of Wisconsin La Crosse:
"Where the men are men and the women are too."

I swear if one more person tells me that I will slap them across the face.

So that would be a summary of my past 2 weeks.
The ones to come should be jam-packed full of soccer games and homework. I'll try to post when I can.