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Hm. I need to rant some place where I know the little fuckers I'm ranting about won't see it.
I hate MT Styles. Fucking ridiculous class. It would be a fantastic class if, let's say, these douche-bags had watched Company last night. Imagine the conversation about how Company changed theatre, and how this whole actor-musician thing is working out. But obviously not, that's just in my own little dream land. Instead, we compared Rent to WSS (?) But that isn't what pisses me off about the class, what pisses me off are these obnoxious freshmen who have the audacity to praise Wicked as a "theatrical masterpiece" and then act as if High School Musical is tripe that's not even worthy of their acknowledgment. YOU CAN'T BE ELITIST WHEN YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT ABOUT ANYTHING, OKAY?! Fucking obnoxious. I just kept my mouth shut so I wouldn't be a complete cunt in the class.
Hartung keeps making jokes at my expense. I don't give a shit, I guess. But it's starting to get to me. A criticism he gave of my attitude at the end of last semester keeps bothering me. He said something along the lines of "I gave you a 5 on your attitude, but you might still want to keep it in check. It's a joy to have you in class now, but I've seen people excel during their freshman year, but just stop and never get any better. It's just... you're very much an artist" I nodded and smiled and hoped I'd figure out just what he meant, but I haven't. I might ask him to clear it up for me. I really don't know what to make of it.
I had the worst day.
I really wanna get fucked up this weekend, but once again, it won't be happening.
We're not seeing Lost in the Stars because we have a delay. I, of course, will still be getting up at six, because I have an orthodontist appointment. They're going to bitch me out because I haven't been wearing rubber bands. We've been through this.
God, I'm so over everyone. Little bitches.
I hate MT Styles. Fucking ridiculous class. It would be a fantastic class if, let's say, these douche-bags had watched Company last night. Imagine the conversation about how Company changed theatre, and how this whole actor-musician thing is working out. But obviously not, that's just in my own little dream land. Instead, we compared Rent to WSS (?) But that isn't what pisses me off about the class, what pisses me off are these obnoxious freshmen who have the audacity to praise Wicked as a "theatrical masterpiece" and then act as if High School Musical is tripe that's not even worthy of their acknowledgment. YOU CAN'T BE ELITIST WHEN YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT ABOUT ANYTHING, OKAY?! Fucking obnoxious. I just kept my mouth shut so I wouldn't be a complete cunt in the class.
Hartung keeps making jokes at my expense. I don't give a shit, I guess. But it's starting to get to me. A criticism he gave of my attitude at the end of last semester keeps bothering me. He said something along the lines of "I gave you a 5 on your attitude, but you might still want to keep it in check. It's a joy to have you in class now, but I've seen people excel during their freshman year, but just stop and never get any better. It's just... you're very much an artist" I nodded and smiled and hoped I'd figure out just what he meant, but I haven't. I might ask him to clear it up for me. I really don't know what to make of it.
I had the worst day.
I really wanna get fucked up this weekend, but once again, it won't be happening.
We're not seeing Lost in the Stars because we have a delay. I, of course, will still be getting up at six, because I have an orthodontist appointment. They're going to bitch me out because I haven't been wearing rubber bands. We've been through this.
God, I'm so over everyone. Little bitches.