They Travel In Packs Of Two Or Three

Oh wow. Stupid girls. The most entertaining and pathetic thing to view. Don't you just love sitting in Honors English, listening to everone's interesting views and opinions on something you read, and that blonde hollister perfume infested chick in the corner opens her mouth, and all that escapes are words like "cosmo" and "the O.C.?" I know some of the things that I say in class are a little "Out there" but come on! Can't you have any other reference besides that cute football quarterback, or chick flick you just saw, or horoscope you read in a magazine, or how you like Hanna Montana? It's really pathetic, too pathetic for me to have pity on you. You may have friends now, but when your old and wrinkly, scratch that, all botoxed up, you won't still have those high-school BFF's. You'll have that fat, bald husband who spends his time at work, or watching the game. You will have four places to go to: your house, the grocery store, the gym, or your son's football game. You will have no opinion of your own. Have a good life.

I apologize for my lack of blogging.