[color=92278f][h2]Dallas[/h2][/color]
[i][u][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j-Jmie6Lstc]Soundtrack[/url][/u][/i]

This form was lobotomizing him; Dallas knew it, could feel it work its way around his head with little tweezers and pick, pick, [i]pick.[/i] God on high, this was going to suck. Was this what job applications felt like? He'd been looking at a job at Five Guys in the next month or two - because he wasn't busy enough with applications or grades or his Twitter account or etcetera - but if some spare change in his pocket meant another form asking him what he thought of his own personality, he would sooner take his chances as a juggalo or something. Slim and pretty was supposed to be a big market. Dal could make a [i]killing.[/i]

At least he could write the word 'douche' a lot. That helped the form fly by. That and Florence. English was normally his As Cities Burn class, but this form had him in the mood for something even more theatrical and writing about his music preferences was gonna murk him if he couldn't actually have a little screen telling him what music he liked. Nobody ever liked to just hear [i]all of it.[/i] Had to get into specifics and shit. Blagh.

At least he got it done; he was a quick writer, and his penmanship was neat enough in spite of his speed, so he got the form done and twirled a pencil betwixt his fingers with something that not even an extraterrestrial with no ability to contort its facial muscles could mistake for interest. When the bell rang, he felt like he had taken his first breath in an hour and a half. That one single relieved breath carried him all the way through to lunch, when he realized...[i][color=92278f]aw FUCK[/color][/i]...he had rationed himself way too much time for lunch. His dumb ass had been ready to order a pizza...or take a jog to Wendy's...or something that would probably constitute as skipping. Add that to the fact that he wouldn't even have time to eat unless it was on the jog back, and his lunch plans had just been garroted...[i][color=92278f]unless...[/color][/i]

[i]That[/i] was it. Just skip lunch, lounge outside for a little while and enjoy the breeze, check the texts he'd blown off in English, and eat [i]two[/i] burgers after class to make up for the delay. Then tell Mom he ate one for lunch and ask for a little reimbursement. Two burgers and money for nothing on a [b]Friday night[/b]. [color=92278f][i]Keikaku fuckin' dori.[/i][/color]

As long as that English project didn't totally suck (which of course it did, until such time as it didn't) then today might turn out alright.