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Its really unbelievable, quite pathetic, and painfully stupid. My school, the place where in despite of all things to be considered obstacles that must be endured by the students, and of course I do not merely speak of the people who roam the halls, cause endless amount of trouble, and potentially ruin my education, but I instead speak of the students who go to be students, to learn, to make something of themselves. Now it seems like its just been used, by these neanderthals, who just want to be remembered, because in their subconscious they know that after this (highschool) they won't matter. They will be nothing but ants, working to get by, just like the rest of us. They know that this is their only chance to be something. So that one day, when they're old, grey, and feeling overwhelmingly desperate to grasp that feeling, of that one night, when they were known, when they Gods among men, they will think back and say "I used to be something." So that their moment of midlife crisis won't destroy their minds so much. So that growing old or maybe in their case, GROWING UP, won't be as hard.
I suppose the point I'm trying to make is that these people simply want to be known and important. And if that means they need to destroy a school, and from what I hear kill animals, then I say enjoy your 15 minutes. Count those minutes like you count the years of your life, slowing passing you by, until nobody cares about you anymore. You're all losers.
On a lighter note I saw Zell Miller last saturday. That actually wasn't a big deal to me, and judging by the turnout, it wasn't that big of a deal to anybody else. Paula Deen (cookbook writer, who had a book signing not to long ago) put him to shame.
Sa's party was awesome. We played whiffle (sp?) ball. My team kicked ass.
I find it quite funny that people call me "evil." Especially since I don't in any way shape or form communicate with these people. But if they want to call me that I really don't mind.
The "Goon Squad" strikes again
I suppose the point I'm trying to make is that these people simply want to be known and important. And if that means they need to destroy a school, and from what I hear kill animals, then I say enjoy your 15 minutes. Count those minutes like you count the years of your life, slowing passing you by, until nobody cares about you anymore. You're all losers.
On a lighter note I saw Zell Miller last saturday. That actually wasn't a big deal to me, and judging by the turnout, it wasn't that big of a deal to anybody else. Paula Deen (cookbook writer, who had a book signing not to long ago) put him to shame.
Sa's party was awesome. We played whiffle (sp?) ball. My team kicked ass.
I find it quite funny that people call me "evil." Especially since I don't in any way shape or form communicate with these people. But if they want to call me that I really don't mind.
The "Goon Squad" strikes again