Spring Break!

Today was the last day of classes before spring break, so obviously no one really cared about classes, but yet I still found myself in the computer lab trying to tutor that stupid cheerleader Debbie in trigonometry so she didn't fail her classes and permanently lose her spot on the team, because apparently her drunken stupor put the entire squad in danger, and aparently that's a big deal because they were regional cheer champions a few years ago or whatever.

Now, I've made it painfully obvious to everyone that I do not care about all this BS, but I get to hear about it nonstop, because my counselor is, like, West blah blah blah too negative blah blah blah behavioral problems blah blah blah, and now I have to tutor people who are even more screwed up than me, but still get the tacit approval of this ridiculous society we live in, just so I can prove that I'm not some delinquent or something.

But anyway, I was trying to get all these formulas through her thick skull when this other cheerleader, May, interrupted us.

"Hey, West, is it true that you and Claire broke up?" May asked.

And I said, "Yeah. So what? I'm not going to go out with you if that's why you're asking. I've already found this hot older girl anyway."

"Oh please, West," she snapped back, "you're not even close to being my type."

"Could she buy us some beer?" Debbie interrupted.

Good god, I cannot wait to get out of this petty little hellhole. At least spring break will give me the chance to just get away from this for a little while. I plan on spending my break flying down to Tijiuana a few times, and maybe visit the mountains or the beach. I've also got a Gundam model kit that I've never finished, so I could work on that a bit.

I was wondering if Elle would help me buy a gun so I could practice my aim while flying.