I Don't Even Know

Why

I woke up at 6:15 AM bc I start school on Thursday. Just hoping i don't get a bottom locker.

Im writing an essay. For fun. What is wrong with me? I guess it's nice to have your mind prepared or whatever you want to call it but who writes an essay for fun. I'm writing on the topic of Supernatural, more specifically destiel, so I guess that's why its fun but still.

Anyway, I just toured my school yesterday and I've already learned to hate it. And i have a cat as my wallpaper now.

I will have to enter the gates of hell again today I suppose. I haven't updated this since the beginning of July. It's been almost month.

Since then we went to Gatlinburg and stayed in a hotel in between Sevierville and pigeon forge.

We had to wait an hour and a half for pizza from Dominos. We got a free large pizza and took a 22oz. The lady at the register didn't care. Yay for free food. Our hotel had really good Wi-Fi and that makes me happy.

We went hiking for 4 hours.
Then walked through Gatlinburg.
For another 4 hours.
Afterwards it felt like I was walking on broken glass.

My name is Adrian. I also got a pride shirt while I was there. I have a feeling the people at the register were judging me. At least they didn't say anything. They got their almost $20 (it was about $17).

That trip wasn't even last weekend. It wasn't the weekend before that either. It was over 2-3 weeks ago.

These chapters are really short. Should i make them longer? Maybe about 500 instead of 200-300?

I want a cat. And a girlfriend. And a life, maybe.

My new school is really small. It's literally around 100 years old. The whole place reeks.

Three hundred twenty words.

It's currently 9:28 AM. I'm at 12 percent. 11 percent now. I should get my charger. Nah I'll just lay here on this giant chair until it dies. I just called a couch a giant chair I think it's mad at me.

We have so many clocks. I think my grandmother is a time lord. She doesn't look 64. She looks 104.

I think my brothers dropped me when I was a baby. I know I fell down the stairs. I hear that story a lot.

Just over 400 words I think that about sums up my month.

Vote if you hate school or if you're a pedophile

~Adrian