Egh

Since I started high school three years ago, Ms. Wilson has been on my butt trying to get me to join academic decathlon. Yeah right, like I was really going to join when I had so many other things to do: school plays, homework, and more realistically, since I never really did much homework, just have fun with my friends.
But then a year later, in tenth grade, I met Mr. Jones, life guru. At the close of junior year, he approached me about joining academic decathlon, and how can I say no to Jones?
I didn't think that Wilson would have us staying after school until six o'clock during the first week of senior year. That's like the worst case scenario. It's my last year of high school for crying out loud. I might be in academic decathlon, but I don't want to live at school my last year. As far as I'm concerned, my year of sacrifice is over, so long A.P. Calc!

But no, Jonesey came along, and now I'm stuck in school for about eleven hours a day.
Oh, joy.

On the bright side, I've got one of my best friends in that class. That'll make the long walks from the main building to the A bungalows a laugh, at the very least. We'll probably get yelled at for slacking off, but geez. I'm about to get my licence! I want to go leave my mark on mail boxes and stop signs everywhere, which is my right as a new teenage driver! I want to ditch school for a day and go off with some friends to the beach on the bus, or some weird adventure into the heart of Los Angeles where some crazy homeless man will through change at me. (That actually happened, by the way. But it was in Beverly Hills.) I just hope Wilson won't try and take my i-pod. There'll be some problems there. Well, only if I manage to replace these crappy earphones, and that might take a while.
Now I'm just rambling, but it's been a long day. I think I'm entitled to a bit of nonsensical hooey.