well i remember my first day of public school... i was very scared of getting pummeled, and sure enough, i did at first recess. i got pegged in the head by a big red ball. it stung and my head hung, back to class with a bloody nose, and soon it was lunch time. mom said i should ask how poor kids could get fed, so i got a book of tickets and schedule and it read:
monday: hotdog
tuesday: taco
wednesday: hamburgers and chocolate milk
thursday: sloppy joes and burritos in a bag
friday was pizza day, the best day of the week... it always came with salad and a side of cold green beans
well i remember my first day in junior high... i had hairspray in my hair and my pants were way too tight. all the breakers and new wavers and the rockers and preps would all be in their places on the front lawn or the steps. i hung out with some punker kids who used ot make me laugh. i got thrown in the dumpster by some rich kids near the caf'.
as time went on we figured out it was totally uncool.. to eat the welfare lunch provided by the school. so in poser-punker fashion we just mooched off all the kids and and lived off eating candy bars and bags of nacho chips.
well now i'm out of school and i don't have a job

*you're a slob!* i just sit around all sweaty and lethargic... and i'm just thinking about where it all went wrong, why i can't concentrate on anything but reruns. i wish i had some more stability, i wish i had somebody making lunch for me. i guess i miss the seventh grades in life, the thought of pizza day. i thought it was stupid then, but i wish i had it now.
not neffing... this is the best song in the world
