it dont mean i dont love you when i put a gun to your face, it just means i wanna get rough with you

[ghosttownarcade]

Three day weekends always remind me of the summer, the carefree feelings, nothing feels better than not having obligations. But as was said by the poet Robert Frost, "Nothing gold can stay". So it ends.

In the early hours of tuesday morning i am thrust back into reality. The thought of having to enter that establishment in only a few hours fills me with anger. Every fucking day, i am harassed by some employee of the school for some ridiculous infraction. Be it wearing my hood while on the premises, or my use of profane language. Either way, i am fed up with the tyrannous bastards that run the place. Does my hood interfere with the ability of my peers to be educated? I doubt it. Is my language worse than what you hear on prime time television? probably not. Isnt high school supposed to prepare us for the real world? Well, how about you give us a little freedom, because im pretty sure the real world doesnt give a shit if you walk around swearing, wearing your hood while you listen to your cd player. I hate school.

Infomercials are so much better than actual television shows.