i seriously thought i was gonna pass out in class today. fat joe couldn't keep his legs closed again and the only scent hovering the room was of ass and bad feet. kill me now. does this boy not shower? or use soap? damn, he smells worse than elephant shit.

ugh... my legs are so sore. i spent 2 hours yesterday cleaning my car, inside and out. i had a river of milk tea boba floating in my cup holders. it had been there for 4 days that it started to ferment. exaggerating, of course. let's just say it started to get chunky. my books and notebooks were scattered all over the back seats and under my seat. our bissell carpet cleaner was taking up the right rear. don't ask me why i was driving around with a carpet steamer in my car. my trunk was jam-packed with my suitcase (last used when i went to santa barbara), the box for my roller blades, a garbage bag full of jesse's old clothes to be sent to the philippines, my roller blades itself, a beach towel, and a grip of sand. now my car glistens in the sun and i have enough room in my trunk for 2 dead bodies.