RoadShow?? Dear God Its Fucking Tiring

Lets see how i should start. well it started when my teacher though she says shes more a of a lecturer and i wont argue about that. anyways this is how it went down, i was standing in the main lobby of my school ( i call it a lobby to make it sound more interesting, but in reality its not, its more like a reception area) when my teacher asked me if id like to join a roadshow. well i guess i was in a good mood that day cause i kinda said yes. anyway, first day was like we give out stuff like fliers, booklets amongst other things. well that was exhausting. well i guess i was amongst friends so i didnt mind helpin out and i had to admit it was kinda fun cause i had a girl name fatin helping me out though she hates the fact that i smoke. she kicks and punches me alot due to it. oh yea my smoking buddy habir wasnt treated the same way only i was banged and bruised ( though i say it hurts but it really doesnt since well ive felt much worst over the years).

second day, i came prepared. although i came a tad bit late, i made it on time to the road show. the girls said my hair was messed up but my guy friends said it was okay. i guess it had something to do with fatin fixing it up. oh yea since fatin has this keen sense of smell she can detect if i took a smoking break or not last time. so i brought my perfume to help me hide the smell. arnt i clever. but due to the lack of sleep, i was really tired to start with and some parts of my body still hurt. but i held my ground and stayed even though i was in agony. like ive always said " hey, its only pain ". oh yeah i wondered y the second day turned out to be the opening for the roadshow, i guess people who planned the roadshow was on crack or something. it was just fucked up. i used up all my energy on the first day and had little time to recover due to my late night friends ( if you know what i mean *winks*). early in the morning i thought i could rest up a bit, HELL NO. crowds swarmed in like bees. and by 11 i was running on reserves. this was due to some people who baled out. i guess the saying is true, " when the going gets tough, the tough gets going ". luckly i had fatin and miss may to back me up. when the day ended, my so tired that i slept in the living room cause i could get up the stairs.

third day, well it hasnt happened yet but, its tomorrow so i resting my mind body and soul. so the first thing ill do, go to doom, pick up a mocca latte espresso and hope it lasts the whole day.