Sky High

The day isn't over, but may as well write a little something to cover the majority.

I PASSED my CHEM Master Quiz. 10/10 questions correct. God, you don't know how relieved I am. I only had three days left to finish it or I wouldn't have even been able to pass, regardless of my B average in the class. Trust me, this is a BIG deal. I even did a victory gig in the hallway walking out of his office after he informed me. There was a blonde chick taking the quiz too, wanted me to help her cheat. Which I probably would've on any other occasion, but I gave her the middle finger, laughed, and walked away. I mean, c'mon. Yeen help me ho, go fuck yourself.

And if you don't think it's a big deal, go fuck yourself. If you can't give me the chemical formula of Potassium Perchlorate with an ionic charge right now, then I suggest you es tee eff yew. Ya' smell me?

Anyway, crazy happy, so much that I even called up my next teacher's voice mail and told her I wasn't coming to class. So I skipped, told her straight up, and prepared for Spanish class.

Not much to talk about regarding Spanish. I made some chicken enchiladas and the whole class praised my cooking. Which made me feel good I guess, it's a little embarrassing.

"Where'd you learn how to cook like this?"
"Uh, I guess my exes."
"YOUR EX WIFE?!"
"Hah, naw, my ex-girlfriends are all hispanic, I guess I had to learn SOMETHING from that."

Moving along. I miss her, I suppose she's at work or somewhere. Just wanna talk to her, hear her voice. Hope I didn't do anything wrong, because I feel sickly already just because I haven't heard her vocals today. Ehhhhh, no more on that topic. It's getting mushy.

It's nice outside, let a nigga take a quick stroll. Be sure to step outside St. Louis! It's mad breezy right now.

Peace.