goody...

well, at my school dance tonight, there were two fights. one involved a knife and a few kids i know, including Mario, Hakeem, and Edwin, all of which (i'm assuming) are in a gang of some sort. well, i think they were involved, because they were sitting out on the bench where the kids in trouble have to sit. the other included a good friend of mine, Bradley, and some gothy kid who's a complete bitch, retard, and he wants to fucking go out with me. ewwwww. sorry, i had to get that out. well, i don't know much about it, because Bradley won't tell me much, just that he got in a fight with him. aha, the gothy kid's name is Dillon or Dylan or however you spell it. well, whatever, no one could care less. i am so transferring. (sorry, that sounded really preppy with the "so," but i used it for emphasis). i hate the school i go to now. i'm gonna tell Scotty about that fight and ask him how many fights including weapons went on at his dance. well, i also heard that at one of the dances last year at my school, someone brought a b.b. gun. no ammo, though. well, i sure feel nice and safe and secure in my school "environment!" and i'm getting a tour at the school i want to go to someday during school so i can see what it's like during school. i'll follow Scotty the whole time, lol. well, i'm out of shit to type, so, goodnight.





















The Cut, Luke Chueh