  FINALS MUST FUCKING DIE. I DON'T CARE WHETHER OR NOT THE TEACHERS AND ADMINISTRATORS THINK THAT SHIT IS IMPORTANT. I MEAN, WHAT THE HELL'S POINT? SERIOUSLY. DIE, MOTHERFUCKER, DIE. CAn't even enjoy the goddamn NFC title game.
Now then, something's gotta be wrong. I mean Jesus. Ok. Tuesday, January 20, 2004: --> Biology H (first half...apparently, it could be either multiple choice, short answers, or fill-in the blank. Now let's see. What else can it be again? ) --> English 1H (full....now this one I will pass) --> Basketball (well, we're outta school 2 hours early...but we have a game at 4:30. Fishizzle dizzle. ) Wednesday, January 21, 2004: --> Biology H --> Ceramics (full...WE HAFTA TO MAKE A PHONE.
YEAH.
A PHONE.
) --> World History H (full...HIstory Day projects......) --> Outta school 12:55 P.M.....no bball practice. Kick ass! Thursday, January 22, 2004: Chinese New Year --> Algebra 2H (full...going to fail this one) --> Drama (movie for two hours) SLEEP! --> Outta school 12:55 P.M. (Well, technically, since we've already taken our drama finals, we're outta school at 10:00, workwise. We're done with finals, too. ) --> Practice....*roar* Friday, January 23, 2004: --> NO SCHOOL! Woot! --> Game 4:30. Away. THERE'S MY DAMN FINALS WEEK SCHEDULE. WHAT THE HELL. 
