Melony Louise's Natural Habitat

Today was um ... well ... just a day, really. Yeah, I know, real blog worthy. But it was more than that so I'm gonna get to talking now.

I have midterms next week, but I'm oddly not freaking out. Mostly cos I haven't checked what's gonna be due for my English class yet. Nervous laughter is inserted at about here.

Pardon that realization. But anyway, this Thursday like every Thursday was Lesbian Thursday for my group of friends. But instead we raped the Ginger. By we, I don't include myself, because if I raped the Ginger, my boyfriend would castrate us both. He's possessive.

See, I literally mean, RAPED THIS POOR BOY.

But after that crazy lunch break I went to PE and I think I had a heart attack because I ran around like a retard THAT MUCH. I had to run, skip, run backwards, kick, punch, squat, kneel, jump in jack, all in an hour's time. Fuck. A part of me died, people!

Then I saw the boy tonight and his first reaction to me was, "I have bad news." See, he had this friend. Twenty eight, divorced, three kids that his ex wife was holding over his head, and lacking a decent education. By that, I mean he dropped out of school while still in like middle school. So he started getting tutored by my boy. Last night, this guy killed himself. I didn't ask for any details because I usually just say, "I'm sorry" to things like that and figure that if they want to give me details, they just will. So I don't know what set him off, how he did it, anything like that. I doubt it matters though, really. Point is, boy was miserable and he just had a God awful day because of it. I kind of felt bad cos I didn't really feel like I was doing too much to make him feel better (hey, my presence should be enough dammit, cos I don't understand death that well) but maybe I was just being paranoid and insecure. Who knows?

Also, crazy question: is anybody actually here from my bathroom stall Sharpie ads?