All the cars in my train of thought

In reply to Fahrenheits post, "Stream-of-(un)Consciousness," I have taken it upon myself to jot my thoughts in not just one, but two different hours of class. I'd be much obliged if you'd tell me which one was more entertaining.

2nd hour, Algebra II thoughts:

Winter Court's coming up. That's spiffy.
Quiz? What quiz?
"Fail, fail! That's my goal in life!" - Mrs. Swenson
I really hate when the teacher starts talking about me and I wasn't paying attention, so I don't know why.
I had a fun conversation with an ex last night.
The terms "fun conversation" and "ex" are contradictory.
There's a good chance I'm missing something important right now.
Man, I'm sleepy.
Makeup makes girls look pretty, yeah, but there's a certain attractiveness about an all natural girl.
I like it when the teacher gives us the answers.
I just bleated while trying to laugh.
I just failed a quiz... probably.
And when I say failed, I mean with an F.
I'm not one of those people who says that they think they failed and end up with a B.
A B is not an F.
It looks like I've got a chili stain on my pants.
Chapped lips and orange juice are like Vin Diesel and a romace movie; while seemingly having no correlation, you really shouldn't put them together.
I've got seven minutes till class ends. I will now write seven facts about my life.
I cried the first time I ever listened to Listen to your Heart.
I secretly hate Santa Clause.
I spend a good deal of my free time reading the thesaurus.
I have double jointed thumbs.
I can like my elbow.
The neater I try to write, the worse it looks.
I want to be a trashman when I grow up.
Done, and with time to spare!
Also, I enjoy petting soft animals.
But that's an obvious one.
It's starting to hurt my arm to write.
Matt just growled at his math paper.
Class status: over.