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Come, my darlings. Let us serenade the crickets.
Or kill them. Because I hate crickets and I hate finding a random cricket leg on the floor. Any other bug (i.e. fucking cockroach) and my cats run away. But not with crickets. Oh no. They do unspeakable things to crickets, which I could really care less about because the crickets are all in the basement and they therefore drown when it rains. So I really just contradicted myself. Let's clarify that I hate crickets on the 1st and 2nd floors and occasionally when they randomly hop on my foot while I'm outside, which I also hate, by the way. I don't know why gnats aren't dropping dead yet; you'd think their threshold was somewhere around 40 degrees, but apparently not. Psh, whatever.
Soooo, my biology teacher is crazy. She breezed in today, past the sub, and then fluttered out again like a gay Albert Einstein, crazy hair fluttering in the wind. Again, WHATEVER. I hate busy work. I hate having to fill out pages of questions about mitochondria and shit, stuff about which I COULDN'T POSSIBLY CARE LESS. I don't care how my cells work as long as they don't fill with water and explode via osmosis breakdown. I mean really.
Gah, I have to run in regionals. And so I hate G, since her skipping is the reason I, the alternate, must run. Me with my 27 minute 5K. Vs, you know, Marlee's 21 or whatever the hell Crystal's is. Fat cow.
There was a pasta party tonight, and of course Lucy...well, I really think all I have to do is mention her name and those who know her will go, "Ah. Ah yes." Eh heh. And those who don't will have no clue. So ROT IN YOUR IGNORANCE. I care not.
Yoda has spoken. Over and out.
Or kill them. Because I hate crickets and I hate finding a random cricket leg on the floor. Any other bug (i.e. fucking cockroach) and my cats run away. But not with crickets. Oh no. They do unspeakable things to crickets, which I could really care less about because the crickets are all in the basement and they therefore drown when it rains. So I really just contradicted myself. Let's clarify that I hate crickets on the 1st and 2nd floors and occasionally when they randomly hop on my foot while I'm outside, which I also hate, by the way. I don't know why gnats aren't dropping dead yet; you'd think their threshold was somewhere around 40 degrees, but apparently not. Psh, whatever.
Soooo, my biology teacher is crazy. She breezed in today, past the sub, and then fluttered out again like a gay Albert Einstein, crazy hair fluttering in the wind. Again, WHATEVER. I hate busy work. I hate having to fill out pages of questions about mitochondria and shit, stuff about which I COULDN'T POSSIBLY CARE LESS. I don't care how my cells work as long as they don't fill with water and explode via osmosis breakdown. I mean really.
Gah, I have to run in regionals. And so I hate G, since her skipping is the reason I, the alternate, must run. Me with my 27 minute 5K. Vs, you know, Marlee's 21 or whatever the hell Crystal's is. Fat cow.
There was a pasta party tonight, and of course Lucy...well, I really think all I have to do is mention her name and those who know her will go, "Ah. Ah yes." Eh heh. And those who don't will have no clue. So ROT IN YOUR IGNORANCE. I care not.
Yoda has spoken. Over and out.