Turn Around

I thought yesterday was gonna suck ass. I had to wake up at 7 o' clock to go to my Spanish class, which I'm failing, at 8; this was after 4 hours of sleep. Then after I got back from espanol, I wasted all my free time by falling asleep for 3 hours. This gave me only about 15 minutes to eat lunch (shitty pizza if you must know.) Then it was off to an two hour long class in which we learned about blogs (WHO THE FUCK BLOGS?) Then history class, which I have a book report due on Monday and I didn't own the book until about 22 hours ago. So then I went off to buy said book, ran out of cigarrettes on the way there and sweated my ass off too. But after finding the book and paying an arm and a leg for it, I stopped by Woody's as is customary. And in the used vinyl bin I found James Taylor's second record for one crisp dollar bill. (And yes, James Taylor is good. SHut the FUck Up.) Then I ate dinner with some metal girl, a ditz, and a mechanic. Then I was told I would not be going to Smog but I did go to Smog and it was quite cool. Bill Callahan is a bad ass. Simply put. Nothing else says it so clearly. And all this coolness I was not with lame people. Great Great Great.