Lunch at my school was pretty.. well, weird. no one had normal conversations. I only had two friends, and they're cool... I guess. I really like them, and they're all I have. My stomach stopped twisting and turning. Maddy isn't here today, either.. I don't know why I care about her so much. she's just... A girl. a nerd. Like me.. Why am I still talking about her? Oh, yeah. Zac is suspended. he's been picking rights with Narks. he's so fucking stupid. I hate him.
At lunch I sat in the seat I sit in every day. The one that looks like Zacs penis, small. Only three people can fit, which is perfect. Me, Tom, and Daniel. The three buddies. Ugh, I just called them buddies. I just said ugh. Can you put a pistol to my head and pull the trigger?
"so, Bo, I was thinking about the thing you said last week.. The comedy thing. I'm pretty sure we can do that. Tom, am I funny?"
"No"
We all bursted out laughing. These guys are the only people I need. Delonge, Tosh, and Burnham. yeah, only people I need. Which, for some reason, makes me think of Maddy. My stomach is twisting again.. Aching. Must be the lunch.
"Guys, is this greasy ass pizza making your stomachs hurt?"
"nah dude." Tom answered.
"No, why?" Daniel asked
"I don't really know. My stomach just feels tingly." I said, looking at the pizza I haven't even ate off of.
I guess it must be breakfast then.
"Dude, I had this really good bit about orgasms for a comedy show" I said
"Yeah, what is it?" Daniel asked
I placed my hand over my crotch, and started going up and down. They weren't really amused. Until, I started kicking my left food up and my eyes started twitching. They lost it at that.
I then looked at my hands in shame, faking of course, and pretended to wash my hands.
I really think comedy will make me feel better.
