Monday, October 5, 2015


As I’m sitting outside I can hear the birds chirping. Most likely sitting in the trees minding their business and hanging with the family. Also the flow of the wind is probably feeling good going in and out of their feathers. The breeze is nice and relaxing. So its all-good and comfy type of weather that everybody enjoys. As im constantly looking around I notice that I can see my counselor n her office (no stalker status). Then I look to my left and I see thick, rough, rocky poles that are under the building in front of the school. Across the street I see a few houses and other semi apartment buildings. It would be pretty weird living across the street from the school but also cool because its not a far distance home. I could easily go home and get food from home instead of staying at Mac and eating here. Then all around me I see dry grass and leaves on the ground. The grass has no hope of being pretty and green anytime soon. It has a long way to go before that happens again so good luck with that. Obviously people have no respect or no home training because it is all sorts of receipt and trash all over the ground and in the grass and in the bushes just there to mess up the growing cycle of it all. The air might be beautiful but the sun is very evil. It is hotter than Mexican salsa with the sun blazing like that. Amen for the semi cloudy sky blocking some of the sun from burning my skin to match this keyboard. Then in front of me this guy pulls up in his car with his “Trap Music” banging and he’s feeling like he is just to cool for school to have any worries.  Then he gets out of the car and the obvious he is a “sager” his pants are low and you can see his underwear so not attractive like at all. I do not see how anyone finds that to be cute, nobody wants to see anyone else’s underwear all day. While I am to worried and upset about his pants I feel stuff crawling on my legs and it is about five or six ants on my legs. I thought my life was over my soul literally left  my body. 

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