2005-10-14 - 9:11 p.m.
I got back a little while ago from having a sort of fight with Jaz, who expected me to hang with her and her loser friends, the deadheads who stay after school on a Friday to get shit ready for tomorrows football game even thought the weather man saids its gonna rain tomorrow as if has over the last week.
I've never seem so much rain come down in 1 week in my life. It seems like its never gonna stop raining.
Jaz said that my friends are pretencious, and then she was gonna tell me what pretencious meant, i may be a bad speller but i do know what pretencious means.
I told her that these people are a bunch of losers, right in front of her losers friends. Why wouldn't i, i shouldn't i, they don't rate shit, and i don't really give a fuck what them losers think about anything, let alone me. Fuck them losers.
She said that if thats the way i felt then i should leave. I told her that i was waiting for her to give me a ride home, afterall the bitch knew that it was raining cats and fucking dogs outside. But she was upset so she told me to call one of my pretencious friends to give me a ride home. I realized that she was upset so i tried that old bullshit are you mad at me questioning, facial expression but it didn't work she was mad.
So i left the room, i had seen this girl name Heather walking down the hall looking like she was leaving about 5 minutes before so i called her cell phone number, she was one of those goodie 2 shoes, who had her name, address, and cell phone listed on the schools blog shit for anyone who needed help to call. I had her on my can do the do with list, so i figured i could get a ride home and who know what else?
At first she tried to give me that old i have something to do bullshit, but after i remined her that she was at the school late on a Friday, so she must not have much to do or she would have gone home a long time ago.
She came back to school and picked me up.
GAME everything is game diaryboy and when your up at the top of the ladder looking down you can usually see shit other people can't, that is if your ready to put your pieces into play. I read somewhere that Tiger makes only 1 kill out of 20 or so trys. I remembered thinking that a boy with game should be able to do better then a tiger on the prowl, especially on a late Friday afternoon with a girl who just spend 2 hours after school doing whatever the hell these losers do on a Friday afternoon to fill the day up before they go home for the night while the rest of the world is enjoying the time they have on earth.
I had my eye on Heather from some times, last year she was flat chested but she those things have sprung up to peachy pointie over the summer.
I watched a few minutes of this sort of documentory about this group called the Funkadelics it reminded me the word on one of there frecked out album covers that my father had. On it, was written the slogan or motto:
To each his reach and if i don't get it, it ain't mines to have. I looked all threw the 6 boxes of old of papers and memontos that we brought with us up here from our old life but i couldn't find my fathers Funkadelic albums not that i really expected ot find them, that music really sucked.
The documentory make it seem like they had hits but they didn't have any hits with them albums they did my moms said when they put out some album called P-Funk or whatever but that was when dInosaurs walked the earth, i just remenber that motto.
Thats what i was thinking of while i waited for Heather to come back and pick me up. To each his reach and if i didn't get anywhere with her so fucking what, she was a loser anyway. Just one with nice shaped tits underneath her shirts and on a rainy ass late Friday afternoon the thought of getting my hands on them was damn exciting.
She said she had to pick up her sister from dance class and then she would drop me off. I told her to take her time. As we drove threw the fucked up rain i threw my semi truthful game at her. I told her that i noticed that she blossemed out this year, she smiled bashfully, and didn't say anything, so i knew i was gonna have to do most of the talking because she was gonna shy up on me if i pushed too hard, so i was in a jam looking for a way out. It came when her sister who was about 10 insisted that she be dropped off at home at once, the little kid went insane and yelled until Heather agreed to drop her off at home first.
So as she went into her house to drop off her sister, i waited in the car, until she came back. but before she came back i got out and asked to use the bathroom, i knew that if i was gonna get anywhere i was gonna have get along with her mommy and daddy and you know diayboy i do pretty well with the parents. So after using the bathroom i asked for a drink of water which her moms changed to a drink of soda. The preview for the movie The Fog came on their TV, i told her moms that i had hoped to see the movie tonight but i didn't have anyone to go with. Well get this diaryboy, her moms suggested that Heather go with me.
That she never gets out of the house, that she need to do things. Heather was gonna give up without a fight so she asked me what Jamine would think abou that. i told her the truth as i saw it, Jasmine was going out with one of the guys and that committee that i left her with.
Heather was snagged on my 3 prong hook. When we got back to her car she asked if it was true that Jamine and i weren't going out together because thats what she had heard, i told her that if anyone from school was at the movie then the word would be that we were going out together. THen i asked would she like that. She just smiled.
Damn gotta go moms wants me to do whatever it is a mom would want at this damn time.
I'll be back as soon as i can to finish this entry.
DINOBOY
