tres de septiembre

i seriously know nobody is gonna read these so ill just say what i have to say, not. today was a good day, not. same old boring ass westmoor I hella didnt know we had a test for alg. and english, but seemed prepared though. slept through physics again and forgot to ask for notes from the last minutes of the class. i hate lunch. lunch is the time and place where if you dont have that one friend to hang out with, youll feel like a damn loner. but what totally made my fuckin day the most was when out of nowhere someone just kept fuckin with me like it was nothing to them. like i could handle it and not say anything or forget about it the next day. = im tired of them, well im just tired of that oneandtwo people messin with me like everybody else thinks its fuckin funny. haaha--yeah right! theyre not funny and they try too hard to act like theyre hard. you should fuckin see it, im the only one that sees that its a damn act and everyone thinks theyre cute which they fuckin aint, i wanna fight. like really. i wanna do something with myself and get a name instead of jaydees sister. i mean it seems retarded that i just said that because i wanna fight because kuya fights. well, not really, i wanna push myself to become disciplined and hella ready for anything that comes my way. i just hella wanna do it. i wanna learn how to stay in a ring for hella long and still have some power left to knock the fuck out of the other fighter, i listen to kuya about how hes ready to get hit and bleed and bruise everywhere and i want that kind of mind where its set to focus on nothing but fight right, like the right formation, right stance, and all that good shit. -la j9