Freaking schedule holes

Argh, I hate having nothing to do for 4 hours straight. It's so boring. Well, eventually I might thank god because I'll be able to do all my school work there (since I so intelligently have about 6 hours a week of dance class, and I work 10 hours).

People in my german class are nice, but everyone is kind of stuck up, probably because it's the first week and all, people are stressed and so on. I'm still too shy to talk to the billion cute guys I've seen. I didn't see Ian or Julien or Cynthia today, I just saw Pouille and Garnet. Well that's still not too bad.

German class seems freaking amazing, really. French looks boring, the teacher is horrible. I can't wait for Sexualité Humaine tomorrow morning (altough I have to get up at 6AM, what the hell am I still doing online for Christ's sake?) Oh well.

Other than this, things are okay. I mean, I'm surviving, even if I didn't speak with Charles at all today (he didn't have shool so I bet he's out there somewhere, partying... with her *sigh*). Oh well, I don't mind. There's a billion cute guys in school uh? But I can't seem to get to speak to any of 'em. Damn my shyness. The worst part is I was never shy before people started to tell me everyone hated me. Fuck everyone *sigh*.

At least I managed not to forget to write in this blog today.


Well, is it still me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your pants?
Well, then think of what you did
And how I hope to God she was worth it
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch your skin

I've got more wit
A better kiss
A hotter touch
A better fuck
Than any girl you'll ever meet
Sweetie you had me
Boy, I was it, look past the sweat
A better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat
No, no, no, you know it will always just be me

Let's get these teen hearts beating
Faster, faster

So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat
And hold a lover close?

So I guess we're back to us
Oh, cameraman, swing the focus
In case I lost my train of thought
Where was it that we last left off?
(Let's pick up, pick up)

Oh, now I do recall
We just were getting to the part
Where the shock sets in
And the stomach acid finds a new way to make you get sick
I sure hope you didn't expect to get all of the attention
Let's not get selfish
Did you really think I'd let you kill this chorus?

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