hmm.
im already home.
only one class today, and it was pointless.

i hate driving around on my stubby tire.
why the fuck didnt i go out and fix it yesterday?!
now before i have time to fix it, i have to make another trip to and from school, and a trip to and from work.
with that little bitch tire, all the bumps in the road are so magnified.
its kinda scary.

today i tried out the freeway coming home.
i watch a wheelbarrow(el?) fly out of a truck and spin around several times before finally stopping on the shoulder.
close shit. i would have hated to had to of swerved. i was already bumpin around like mad.
no good.
i dont even think the fucker knew he lost his load.
poor guy.

anyway.
i got this spanish poem to write.
and its gotta be in the future tense.
whys it gotta be future? im better at creatively reliving the past.
culedo.