But, you know I love Michael Jackson; I can’t believe he’s dead. I met him once. He came to the DC, my mom works for DC government. So, yea.

Famous ppl?

He came one day. With his kids, photographers and shit in tow. OMIGOSH, I wet my ten year old panties. I saw his 40th birthday memorial when he danced with Usher and Usher’s microphone got stuck to his shirt. I loved that thing.

Today, I’m wondering. What the hell? Why do guys always ask me for beckys? I don’t have a B in my name. Like fuck, man, why do I gotta suck dick? Why can’t they suck my pussy for a while? Huh? But there are some cute guys in my school; I would suck their dicks all day. Ha. I’m such a perverted hoe. Shoot me, mmkay?

I need something to play music with. I really do. I’m going to explode without listening to music in long rides with my parents. Dammit, I need to drive and I need to drive now! I’ma bout’ to sneak some hours into my book and call it a day. I wanna be able to drive home after school. I hate waiting for my ride, since I go to school in the fuckin’ country. There’s a stupid wheat field across the street from my school, like wtf? It takes me an hour to get to school. Why the fuck am I even going to this school?! I go to Frederick Douglass by the way. I did go to Largo, the school down the street. The school that I was actually zoned for, but a girl was raped there last year. So, you know, my parents say I’m so sexy that I need to be removed before it happens to me.

Not that I’m saying I’m not cute.

BUT DAMN, I WANTED TO GRADUATE W/ MY FUCKIN PEEPS.

Shit.

Well, I really go to shit to do.

• Introduction paragraph about Macbeth for English
  
• Introduction paragraph rewrite for fuckin English
  
• US History essay—fuck this, I’m not about to do that. I’m in a fuckin class full of goddamn freshmen. I ain’t doin shit in that class.
  
• I guess watch a movie. I’ma just be chillin’ tonite.