Lookie mum,without brains!
Wellll it's been an awful long time since my last rant;so yeah I'm here to bitch.
First off,my NEW mp4.Yes,that old hag of a mp3 had screwed with me too much so I kind of smashed it against the floor =.='' Anger management problemssss~~
The...thing! kept reseting itself for some unkown reason and it fluctuated between life and death.So I though,when I get my brand new toy,my problems will go away with the wind.No such luck honey! Cos the expensive,brand new toy,resets itself too!!!!!! WTH!? It's like,my old geezer reborn????!!!! The revenge of the stingy mp3?
Arg whatever;at least it has 2 Gb.I can finally do as everyone else and waste more time looking for the right song than listening to music.
Next:School,of course.Have I ever mentioned the fact all my teachers hate me for some reason?
First there's the english teacher.He's already a jerk by nature but he seems to gain extra pleasure at being mean and ignoring me at class cos he says "I'm too full of myself when it comes to the language".But now he has a brain tumor and can't work anymore.HA.
Yeah,I'm happy cos someone has a brain tumor;you should have expected it,knowing me.
So now we have another teacher.A woman,and I swear she's the mental age of a 5 years old.She's like...so retarded that when she dies her heart will continue beating for three more hours until it catches up.This one doesn't openly attack me,but a couple of days ago she told us,not adressing anyone in particular of course;that those who have a teacher complex should shut up till they finish university.Yeah right,says the child who,judging by her accent,must be in first year of kindergarden.No,seriously,how in the world can a certified TEACHER have such an awful,lousy,plainly suckish accent?! Cos I don't remember hearing any english speaker pronnunce "frightening" as "fraitenin",or "she wears a yellow jumper" as "chi wear a chelo yampe".I get goosebumps every time I remember it.
Then there's my french teacher;this one acts as a high class' lady;so compossed,so proud and sickeningly well mannered.When she's just a commoner like everyone else.She's got an eye on me cos I sit at the back of the classroom,and as she says "no proper young lady sits hiding,beside a boy none the less,and on top of that you don't bring le cahier d'exercises!!"
OMG! How could I dare! I don't have the friggin' crappy exercises book! Well,when she gives me the fucking 30 euros that stupid 18 pages book costs,I'll bring it to class and I'll even dance a waltz and laugh behind a fan if she wants me to.And then we can have faggot tea together(No,actually I'd like to have tea in a gay fashion).
And I'm not gonna talk about the others cos I'm mad now and they're not worth my time anyway.Fuck them all.
Next week is my appointment with the therapist (btw,have you ever noticed the way it's spelled? the-rapist.A fanficker I fancy pointed it out) and I don't know what I'm supposed to do.Tell him/her what? Cos if I say certain things I might end up in an asylum.No,I'm being serious;I can't tell someone I don't give a damn about my own family,or that I like reading gay porn(AND WRITING IT-in the future);that I enjoy the though of torturing and killing people...arg,I'll come up with something,I'm good at improvisation.
Not a very interesting post today(EITHER)...well blame it all on my dear friend imsomnia,I'm sleep deprived.