I Gave You Blood, Blood, GALLONS Of The Stuff

Fits, since today is the school blood drive. I totally refused to do it - I prefer for my bodily fluids to stay INSIDE my body, thanks.

*shudder* some kid just transfered into my newspaper class. We don't get along well, and I feel like I'm slowly fading away. No more me.

Uhg, I got a headache. My Drama binder is missing, and so is my notebook. Not just any notebook - my WRITING notebook. I'm so pissed about that right now, I want to run through the hallways shouting obscenities and slitting my wrists. I NEED IT, DAMMIT!

moooo . . . I hate today. I hate life. The only thing I want right now is to go home and straight to the comic book store. I REALLY hope that mom put my check in the bank and pulled some out - if she didn't, I may have to resort to drastic measures.

I want to buy my own copy of BPRD: Garden Of Souls and BPRD: The Killing Machine. if they don't have those, I'll find something else - I just need some comics. Like, NOW.

There's a sub. Sucky. That bites - alot. She's watching us like hawks, and keeps asking us how we're tested and all sorts of that kinda crap. She confuses us with some other high school, and it's almost insulting.

Well, I have three different book reviews to do, so I leave you all with this:


And remember: IIIIIIIII'M THEEEEE KINDA HUMAN WRECKAGE THAT YA LOVE!

~Jink, who's human wreckage . . .?