Imma be

With the knowledge that Richland School District plots against its students on a daily basis, this weeks strange schedule came as little surprise to me.

"But Sean! we get to sleep in this week!" you say.

That may indeed be true, but after sleeping in until nearly 10am yesterday, I'm sure I wasn't the only one who found it near impossible to sleep at a decent time last night.

I've been taking the whole "wake up in the morning feeling like P. Diddy" thing a bit to seriously as of late. This morning, I woke up around 7:35. Knowing full well that I had to be in a desk by 8:25, I asked myself: "Would P. Diddy rush through his morning chocolate milk just to be at school on time?"

To be honest, I know just about nothing about P. Diddy, but it seemed to be a nice scapegoat to be late.

This was my first entry in the tardy system for the semester, and I think my third time being tardy this entire year/high school career.

When I arrived in class, Mr. Porter asked me, jokingly I assume, as to whether or not I was late because "I just don't care?"

I answered with a fakely offended tone "No!"

Lying is bad, oh well.

Second hour consisted completely of Jared and I communicated through "ERUGHFHEEHFH" while Ben tried to reattach the fuel tank on the blazer we have been working on for the past 3 weeks.

Math, as usual, passed in a haze of lack of caring, as did the rest of the day. Work was extremely normal, and then I came home to remember my commitment for tonight: babysitting my neighbor's demon children.

Luckily, in addition to her two children, their friends Garret and Hallie came over. While at first this may sound like more work, it mainly just meant that they kept each other entertained while I glanced up occasionally from zoning out to ensure their breathing.

There is something about kids named Garret that makes them a bit more loud and obnoxious.

Casual conversation over McDonalds went a little something like this:

"Hi Garret! My name is Sean."

"MY DOG GOT HIS PRIVATES STAPLED TODAY!"

The rest of the night was more or less downhill from there.

The game of choice was "war" meaning the four small children, armed with a lightsaber, nerf gun, dirt, and American Flag, versus Sean with... Well to be honest I didn't really have time to get a weapon in between running from 7 year olds and screaming.

Now I guess I'm departing to Dairy Queen to meet Ian Kaden and Jorsh.





Saw this tonight, nearly loled to death.
















I'm on to you, RSD.

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