There's so many things I could be doing right but I'm sitting in history class with a douch bag of a teacher who thinks everyone is gunna listen to but really were all on are iPads not listing to him. But as I sit here and think when the hell am I gunna need this. I think about how many things I could be doing, but no I'm sitting here in this hell hole writing an essay on whether it was right for President Truman to drop the atomic bomb, which I couldn't care less about. It's so nice outside today. I could be outside laying in the grass looking up at the sky and the clouds, but again I'm here and not there. So I just have to **** it up and deal with it for now.