Fucking teacher madnesssss!

[joeman]

SSSSSSo, I fucking hate(!)my fucking history of design class... but you already knew that, so why did I bother to reaiterate? For the very same reason as last time:
My teacher has a fucking screw loose, and she can't decide on a fucking date
date1   
( P )  Pronunciation Key  (d
t)
n.

1. 1. Time stated in terms of the day, month, and year.
   2. A statement of calendar time, as on a document.
2. A specified day of a month.
3. 1. A particular point or period of time at which something happened or existed, or is expected to happen.
   2. dates The years of someone's birth and death: Beethoven's dates were 1770 to 1827.
4. The time during which something lasts; duration.
5. The time or historical period to which something belongs: artifacts of a later date.
6. An appointment: a luncheon date with a client; a date with destiny. See Synonyms at engagement.
7. An engagement for a performance: has four singing dates this month.

Yeah, but back to the point: I came to school at nearly 10:00 this morning (even now I'm muli-tasking in order to stay ahead on my work because I randomly had to do this test and not have it due? Perhaps I should stop following sober people's lead on when the due dates are posted in the sadly-disfunctional teacher of ours. No, I think I'll trust Emily and Natalie when it comes to doing that school work shit) and have eaten only bowl of cereal and a half a sandwich. I left class at a break I demanded and fucking left! I was so pissed, I met up with Maryum, and her 'boyfriend' and smoked a bowl... fuck that shit... I dislike getting pissed after having a deppressing evening... but enough with the random pauses.
I'm back at school, and I won't be able to go to Savanah now because I have to come to class next week until 9:45pm. This day blows, and yet I'm not in that bad of a mood all things considered. I believe that I will leave early in order to escape this hell, unless I can entertain myself for an hour or two. That, sadly, will count as an absence, but I'm still fucking annoyed with this building in general, and frankly, I don't wish to stay in it for very much longer. If not for the blessed internet, I would shirley would go mad!

~Yes;
  and don't call me Shirley