Sunbeams Are Not Men Like Me
Thursday, April 12th, 2007The absolute coolest part of being slightly retarded is showing up to your noon class early. Early is good, right? Shows responsibility. Shows tact. I’m not talking about a few minutes early though–no sir! I am way too dedicated and responsible for that, rather like a whole fucking class period early. Coolness is further compounded by walking into said class room an hour early, looking around, recognizing no one, and struggling to exit with any sense of nonchalance and purpose–even though everyone is surely thinking, “Wtf. That boy isn’t it this class. What a fucking moron. I can’t wait to write in my Livejournal about this while crying softly to Saves the Day and sucking my thumb.” I’m sort of upset. I surely could have put another hour into my magic cards, or maybe have watched some porn.