Movin My Hips Like Yea

Ive decided to blog instead of actually trying to write an essay for university of maryland. Its a much better use of my time anyway.
I think there might be an error on blogger, because i cant see it when scott has a new blog post. Now i actually have to type it in and go look at it. Im worried that scotts will break too and then the only person who still reads this will no longer be able to read my posts.
Ok seriously, i am sick of the random indonesian girls who friend requested mes statuses. "Sing, sometimes when we touch"? What is that even supposed to mean!
Every single one of my cars is dying. First it was the explorer. Its tragic to think that my child is probably being turned into scrap metal. And now i learn that in addition to my cars failed battery that makes me late to us history...which by the way ms moore needs to learn that i dont have to pay attention in class because I already know about us history, so i should really be allowed to talk about my detest for the muppets and go to the bathroom as much as i want. Ok anyway though my cars breaks and steering were apparently about to break down completely any second, so now i cant drive the van. So now tomorrow i have to ride the bus. I hate the bus. So much. Ms anita hates me so badly. I can tell. And dont even get me started about the R&B radio station and talk show. That show makes me want to shoot myself.
As if i didnt have enough problems, at this point theres probably a 50% chance alex is dead. He didnt show up to school today. He hasnt responded to my text messages. And theres no trace of him online. I NEED him. I was going to rely on him for rides now that my cars dead. He better be in school tomorrow