can some one please take me to a HUGE OBNOXIOUS SUNFLOWER FIELD. thanks.

speaking of obnoxious.. my humanities class defines that word. it is aggressively obnoxious.why do i feel so inadequate in this class? oh, the  answer to that question is: bruce. he makes me feel that way. the door to his classroom is actually a porthole into another world. a world that somehow mysteriously and magically makes every student turn into stupid little kindergardeners that dont understand a word that comes out o his mouth. i am writing the second paper, and it is a curse word. the first paper that i had to write in this alternate universe world was more like .. just a bad word, or a racial slur.. but this second paper.. a full out offensive CURSEword. 

You see.. this whole situation is kindof like.. getting a new bike that for christmas! You take the bike out for your very first RIDE and within the first 4minutes, you wipe out.... your knees-elbows (yes all four them) and palms all scraped, bleeding, and hurting unlike anything that you have every felt before. yes.... it is that bad. you decide to never ever again ride your new bike. As a matter of fact, you ask your mom to sell the bike in the next family yard sale.. so you can buy something safe and fun.... like pokemon cards, or lisa frank folders.  scraping your palms is one of thee most painful things that can happen to you. 

but... once it is over, i get to hang out with the CREW.. and watch harry potter. i think maybe the prisoner of askaban. or maybe the chamber of secrets (which just so happens to be my fav)