Diaries of a Seventh Grader

1-6-15; Winter Breaks End

I'm going back to school on the 7th which is tomorrow.

Oh Joy.

Now I have to go back to hell.

I've got the bazooka.

Now I need the knee pads, the B*tch Repellant, then the gloves for my stupid aching hands, from some medicine I had on them which is ripping the skin (healing now, and what else.....?....oh yeah! The B*TCH REPELLANT!

Seriously those people are like flies.

They just won't leave you alone or say something smart and nice.

For once id like to spray them with some "B*tch begone"

But sadly that stuff doesn't exist.

This is becoming a. Rant so I better just stop.

=~= whelp,

Wish me luck Mashins.

Mashas gonna take care of Buisness.

*Music Plays*

"Takin' care of business-"

Whelp, bye.

~M