I hate sunday nights. I especially hate sunday nights when I have a pile of stuff to do for school and I haven't started it. And I most especially hate it when the stuff I have to do is math. Whoever invented trigonometry should be waterboarded by Dick Cheney then forced to eat snails.

 

Yes I know, some people like to eat snails. In fact the guy who invented trigonometry is probably just the kind of guy who LIKES to eat snails. So nevermind.

I sukk at math. I do ok at most other things but math. So.

I wish I could think of interesting things to write about. I started to write this whole long blog about a guy who beat me up when I was 9. He beat me up just because he didn't like me, no reason. A bunch of people were watching. I knew I couldn't stop him from beating me up because he was a lot bigger than me, but the one thing I was trying not to do was to cry. But finally I started crying. Everybody watching was laughing. They thought it was great entertainment.

So I was writing this blog about it then it sort of veered into fantasy. In my fantasy Kevin is hitting me and I'm on the ground but I won't cry, and he keeps hitting me, then suddenly from behind him Mr. Cosgrove yanks Kevin off of me and smacks him to the ground and Kevin starts to cry like a baby. And everybody laughs.
Then Mr. Cosgrove picks me up and takes me into his office and says "Kyle are you all right?" And I say yes. Then he says he better check me out to make sure.
And then the fantasy gets XXX rated (and Im not 9 yrs old anymore you pervs). I'll have to think about whether or not to tell you that part of the fantasy. Some of you may be too young to hear this you know?