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I know I said I didn't feel like talking. Well, I changed my mind. I had such a godawful day that the only way I will ever be able to get to sleep is if I get this off my chest. So sit back, relax, make some popcorn and get ready for one big Kaalrant. In my opinion, they're the best kind. Wouldn't you agree?
First off, it rained today. I don't mind the rain. In fact, I love the rain. But I don't love the rain when it's cold and grey and I have to stand at the bus stop getting soaked and then work at the barn filling up water buckets outside while freezing my ass off and feeling sick as a dog and wishing I was at home taking a nice warm bath with some food in my stomach and not a care in the world and this is turning into the hugest run on sentence in the history of the planet so I'm gonna stop.
School was awful. I had Art 3D Ceramics first. In this class, I must point out, we do nothing involving ceramics. Currently we are making quilt patches out of flat metal squares with the theme, "Earth, Sea and Sky." BLAH. Plus my teacher, this short old Irishwoman wears seethrough silk blouses so we can see her old lady bras ALL THE FREAKIN TIME! I mean, Jesus Christ, obey the fucking dress code, why don't you? I can't wear a tank top to school without getting chewed out, but the art teacher can expose our innocent eyes to her lacy black bras without a care in the world. If anyone can tell me what the HELL is up with that, please do.
After Barf 3D, I had French. Now, I love the language, but the class sucks. My French prof is supposed to be teaching kindergarten. We sing songs and play Bingo with irregular verbs. Enough said.
Then I had Science. Johnson rambled for an hour about nothing in particular, something to do with space probes, I think. I passed notes with David, who apparently thinks I need a psychiatric evaluation. Heh. He's probably right, although he's the one with mild schitzophrenia. I probably spelled that wrong, but my brain is fried, so fuck that.
Socials was tuned out by my brain.
I can sum up my schoolday in one sentence. I made this request of my friends Alex, Jill, Lindsay, David and Bill during Art 3D: "Somebody please get me a frontal lobotomy and a roll of rubber wallpaper." Don't ask me why. My brain is full of deep, unholy pits of randomness.
I eventually made my way home to find my house in its usual state of blah-ness. My brothers and sister were, as usual, fighting about something of magnificent unimportance, my parents were planning their meals for the following week of their diet thing, the cats were hissing at each other and the dog was getting hair all over the floor because his allergies are acting up again.
Man, I love my life.
Somebody come and take me away.
Please.
First off, it rained today. I don't mind the rain. In fact, I love the rain. But I don't love the rain when it's cold and grey and I have to stand at the bus stop getting soaked and then work at the barn filling up water buckets outside while freezing my ass off and feeling sick as a dog and wishing I was at home taking a nice warm bath with some food in my stomach and not a care in the world and this is turning into the hugest run on sentence in the history of the planet so I'm gonna stop.
School was awful. I had Art 3D Ceramics first. In this class, I must point out, we do nothing involving ceramics. Currently we are making quilt patches out of flat metal squares with the theme, "Earth, Sea and Sky." BLAH. Plus my teacher, this short old Irishwoman wears seethrough silk blouses so we can see her old lady bras ALL THE FREAKIN TIME! I mean, Jesus Christ, obey the fucking dress code, why don't you? I can't wear a tank top to school without getting chewed out, but the art teacher can expose our innocent eyes to her lacy black bras without a care in the world. If anyone can tell me what the HELL is up with that, please do.
After Barf 3D, I had French. Now, I love the language, but the class sucks. My French prof is supposed to be teaching kindergarten. We sing songs and play Bingo with irregular verbs. Enough said.
Then I had Science. Johnson rambled for an hour about nothing in particular, something to do with space probes, I think. I passed notes with David, who apparently thinks I need a psychiatric evaluation. Heh. He's probably right, although he's the one with mild schitzophrenia. I probably spelled that wrong, but my brain is fried, so fuck that.
Socials was tuned out by my brain.
I can sum up my schoolday in one sentence. I made this request of my friends Alex, Jill, Lindsay, David and Bill during Art 3D: "Somebody please get me a frontal lobotomy and a roll of rubber wallpaper." Don't ask me why. My brain is full of deep, unholy pits of randomness.
I eventually made my way home to find my house in its usual state of blah-ness. My brothers and sister were, as usual, fighting about something of magnificent unimportance, my parents were planning their meals for the following week of their diet thing, the cats were hissing at each other and the dog was getting hair all over the floor because his allergies are acting up again.
Man, I love my life.
Somebody come and take me away.
Please.