You are going DOWN

I am having a competition with one of my friends to see who can go the longest blogging everyday. I will win. I can blog from my gadget. He cannot. I have an endless internal monologue that is so boring that I think I can continually produce entries even on really boring days. Like today.

What I thought about in one class I help in:

Why is that kid staring at me? Why does he have a mohawk. I wonder how i would feel if I had to wear black pants and a white collared shirt every day. I wonder where the teacher is from. Man, these students read aloud very softly. Maybe I am going deaf. Maybe I am wasting away. I wonder why I am losing weight.  I can't wait to get home. Mmmm I love Fridays.

On subway: Gah, why do people take up so much room on the seats. It's like every person is a north pole of a magnet and we all repel each other. Unless of course, it's a bar, and the alcohol has switched some people's polarity. Then they get TOO close. Why do all the weirdos talk to me? Do i have a "talk to me I'm approachable sign?" 

Case. And. Point. I will win this.