In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness, memories seep from my veins.
Oh. My. Godssereskms. Today. I. Was. Milk-. -ed.
I was sitting at my lunch table eating a disgusting "super sub" when all of a sudden, WHAM! I was hit by a flying milk carton right in the head! Not to mention, the milk that came out of the carton seeping into my hair and onto my fabulous blue shirt! So who threw this carton? Who always throws edible crap at ME?!?!
Garrett friggin Ward! *hates with a passion*
After the carton hits my head, all the guys at Garrett's table start to "Ooooohhh," in that stupid way that boys do when they don't care at all who has just been milked (or slushied or what have you) and they think it's actually quite comical. Let's rephrase that. I doubt any of the boys at that table would use the word comical considering their brains are mush from all the slushie shocker they snort to amuse themselves. There I go again. Let's add amuse to the list.
List of Words Garrett's Friends Don't Know and Don't/Can't Use
comical
amuse
After ooooh-ing they all start to laugh, like hitting an innocent bystander with a milk carton and watching milk get all in her hair is funny. And, it was far too much to expect an apology, oh no. They never apologize. Garrett=hatessomuchiwanttoscreamandpullmyhairout
And the people at my table didn't even say anything! I ask Abby later about it and she's like, "What did you want me to say?? Who threw that carton?" The people at my lunch table can really suck sometimes.
I feel like making another list. Here are all the things Garrett has done to me just this year.
Why I Hate Garrett With a Burning Passion
He asked to borrow a pen which I so graciously lent him which he then goes on to chew and put every possible place a pen can go in someone's mouth. And he didn't even return it! (Not that I'd want it back but that's beside the point.)
He threw a slushie at me whose contents (of the red category) splattered all over my pants and shirt.
He catapulted rice at my table with a plastic spork that he got in the lunch line on macho nachos day.
Milked. Me. Die. Garrett.
Never apologizes for ANYTHING HE DOES.
Is an immature jackass lacking any sensitivity whatsoever.
AHHHHHHH!
*EXPLODES*
*REWINDS TO BEFORE SHE EXPLODED*
AHHHHHHH!
I'm too frustrated to type any more.
School sucks.
I was sitting at my lunch table eating a disgusting "super sub" when all of a sudden, WHAM! I was hit by a flying milk carton right in the head! Not to mention, the milk that came out of the carton seeping into my hair and onto my fabulous blue shirt! So who threw this carton? Who always throws edible crap at ME?!?!
Garrett friggin Ward! *hates with a passion*
After the carton hits my head, all the guys at Garrett's table start to "Ooooohhh," in that stupid way that boys do when they don't care at all who has just been milked (or slushied or what have you) and they think it's actually quite comical. Let's rephrase that. I doubt any of the boys at that table would use the word comical considering their brains are mush from all the slushie shocker they snort to amuse themselves. There I go again. Let's add amuse to the list.
List of Words Garrett's Friends Don't Know and Don't/Can't Use
comical
amuse
After ooooh-ing they all start to laugh, like hitting an innocent bystander with a milk carton and watching milk get all in her hair is funny. And, it was far too much to expect an apology, oh no. They never apologize. Garrett=hatessomuchiwanttoscreamandpullmyhairout
And the people at my table didn't even say anything! I ask Abby later about it and she's like, "What did you want me to say?? Who threw that carton?" The people at my lunch table can really suck sometimes.
I feel like making another list. Here are all the things Garrett has done to me just this year.
Why I Hate Garrett With a Burning Passion
He asked to borrow a pen which I so graciously lent him which he then goes on to chew and put every possible place a pen can go in someone's mouth. And he didn't even return it! (Not that I'd want it back but that's beside the point.)
He threw a slushie at me whose contents (of the red category) splattered all over my pants and shirt.
He catapulted rice at my table with a plastic spork that he got in the lunch line on macho nachos day.
Milked. Me. Die. Garrett.
Never apologizes for ANYTHING HE DOES.
Is an immature jackass lacking any sensitivity whatsoever.
AHHHHHHH!
*EXPLODES*
*REWINDS TO BEFORE SHE EXPLODED*
AHHHHHHH!
I'm too frustrated to type any more.
School sucks.