Sex. I think it's the most profain word I've ever heard. Used as a noun, that is. I think it sounds grotsque. Not the act, nessisarily, but just the sound. S-eh-ks. yuck.
But used as a verb- "I could have sexed you by now" or "I want to sex you"- cracks me up. Who even knows with me any more.
That *points up* is what I thought about during my World History exam today. The fact that I hate that word. Wow.
In other news that no one gives a damn about::
I got 21 points in archery today in one round. Three arrows. A bull's eye, a seven, and a five. I was so excited. Then the string on the bow hit my arm so hard that I had a bruise by 4th. *note: P.E. is 3rd...
I'm an optimistic pessimist. Random.
I had an awkward dream last night. Well, two actually...
The first one was about me freaking out and going all multiple personalities in study hall. I passed out and came to as an angry latin speaking man. I was flipping over tables. Then I passed out and came to as a little girl. So they put me in a psych ward. I had crazy hallucinations and heard lots of voices. Then Heather came to see me, and everything stopped. I was fine. It was crazy.
Then I had a dream about running people over with a piano because I was pissed because no one would move. Then I was watching my sister, but she kept screaming and running away. So I was crying and I looked up in the sky and saw seven shooting stars and wished every time that Heather was there. Then I got into the suburban and Michael got into the back seat and was freaking out at me for being so damn moody. I got pissed off even more. Then my lovely alarm informed me it was indeed time to get up.
It was sad, because I was so tired. I didnt want to get up. I didnt want to go to school. But of course, I did. But I did think about faking sick. But did I? NO... *sadness*
Long day, biology made me want to kill myself. English I'm growing to hate. Damn study teams. But a good day. Who even knows why...
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