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Things today have gotten to the point where I would pay someone to bring their ass (and an AK-47) to my house and motherfucking kill me. I knew this week was not going to be fun and I knew I would be in a shitty mood 99.9% of the time, but I wasn't expecting half of the shit that was thrown my way today. First: PRE-CALC. That class makes me want to cry. I'm not kidding. It just makes me feel stupid. And I have never done bad in math before. Last year? A's both semesters and a 98 on the final. Bling. This year? Yeah. No. Not so much. I hate Mr. Bruns. Just because he prides himself on having been taking calculus when he was like five years old, but then realizes that he, Mr. Genius-I-went-to-Hope-College-where-we-party-with-root-beer-instead-of-actual-beer-and-I'm-probably-still-a-virgin-who-lives-with-my-seven-cats-at-home-but-I-still-try-to-act-"hip"-by-telling-everyone-I'm-a-stand-up-comedian, HAS ASPIRED TO BE NOTHING OTHER THAN A HIGH SCHOOL MATH TEACHER !!! He makes me want to slit my wrists. And please, don't act like I don't try in that class. I study THREE HOURS MINIMUM for every test, do all the homework, take notes, go in after class for help, etc. etc. etc. He just makes everything impossible and everyone switched out after first semester because the highest grade was a C. Yes, Mr. Bruns, that's why you only have thirteen kids in your class.
Ok, then supposedly I'm "fake." Please don't assume things. It just makes you look stupid. Don't assume when you call me between three and six in the morning that I suddenly decided to hate you and am therefore ignoring your calls. I do like to sleep occasionally. Also, don't assume that just because I got my tattoo without you means I don't want to hang out ever. If you're nineteen years old and are still pulling the "fine whatever, have a nice life" thing, I don't want you as a friend anyways. Grow the fuck up, then come back and talk to me. Secondly, don't go run and make posts about me, saying how fake I am. Sorry that I don't have time to play your stupid childish games and try to convince you that I'm still your friend when I never did anything to make you think I wasn't. Also, Mitchell, please look up the word fake if you intend on using it correctly. Otherwise you sound dumber than a shard of grass. kthx.
Oh, and then as I'm going to pick up my Sevens jeans that are strewn across my bedroom floor, I hit my left ear up again the sharp corner of my dresser and it pushes the earring in my cartilage all the way back, plus slicing my ear down the middle. So, my ear is gushing blood and the pain is excruciating (to say the least), and I go tell my mom and she flips the fuck out, thinking I was just slashed with a knife or something. Anyway, my sister gets up and comes into my bathroom to try and pull the backing off so I can get the earring out, all the while my mom is standing by the door screaming "oh my god Kristie, I'm taking you to the ER. I can't believe this." Fifteen minutes and a lot of screaming later, the earring is out.
Now, I need to go finishing studying for the pre-calc test tomorrow. And I'll be keeping my fingers crossed that tomorrow is better.
X Rockshox X (10:24:17 PM): ya know
X Rockshox X (10:24:23 PM): .... that.. "I'm a bitch" routine is SOOOOO freaking fake
X Rockshox X (10:24:27 PM): it makes me sick
LilPerfect10Angl (10:24:50 PM): fuck off
X Rockshox X (10:25:00 PM): I'm BEING SARCASTIC
X Rockshox X (10:25:00 PM): geez
X Rockshox X (10:25:04 PM): it was meant to make you smile =(
X Rockshox X (10:25:11 PM): and imply that you can't be a bitch
Only David would say that I can't be a bitch on a day I'm acting like the biggest, motherfucking bitch EVER.
Ok, then supposedly I'm "fake." Please don't assume things. It just makes you look stupid. Don't assume when you call me between three and six in the morning that I suddenly decided to hate you and am therefore ignoring your calls. I do like to sleep occasionally. Also, don't assume that just because I got my tattoo without you means I don't want to hang out ever. If you're nineteen years old and are still pulling the "fine whatever, have a nice life" thing, I don't want you as a friend anyways. Grow the fuck up, then come back and talk to me. Secondly, don't go run and make posts about me, saying how fake I am. Sorry that I don't have time to play your stupid childish games and try to convince you that I'm still your friend when I never did anything to make you think I wasn't. Also, Mitchell, please look up the word fake if you intend on using it correctly. Otherwise you sound dumber than a shard of grass. kthx.
Oh, and then as I'm going to pick up my Sevens jeans that are strewn across my bedroom floor, I hit my left ear up again the sharp corner of my dresser and it pushes the earring in my cartilage all the way back, plus slicing my ear down the middle. So, my ear is gushing blood and the pain is excruciating (to say the least), and I go tell my mom and she flips the fuck out, thinking I was just slashed with a knife or something. Anyway, my sister gets up and comes into my bathroom to try and pull the backing off so I can get the earring out, all the while my mom is standing by the door screaming "oh my god Kristie, I'm taking you to the ER. I can't believe this." Fifteen minutes and a lot of screaming later, the earring is out.
Now, I need to go finishing studying for the pre-calc test tomorrow. And I'll be keeping my fingers crossed that tomorrow is better.
X Rockshox X (10:24:17 PM): ya know
X Rockshox X (10:24:23 PM): .... that.. "I'm a bitch" routine is SOOOOO freaking fake
X Rockshox X (10:24:27 PM): it makes me sick
LilPerfect10Angl (10:24:50 PM): fuck off
X Rockshox X (10:25:00 PM): I'm BEING SARCASTIC
X Rockshox X (10:25:00 PM): geez
X Rockshox X (10:25:04 PM): it was meant to make you smile =(
X Rockshox X (10:25:11 PM): and imply that you can't be a bitch
Only David would say that I can't be a bitch on a day I'm acting like the biggest, motherfucking bitch EVER.