hm... bullshit?
Okay, so here was my morning...
Get off work and go to the gym with jerami. That was all good then i went to Basha, the fucking hell hole. I got to stand out in the effing cold to wait on people that i was there to chit chat with. Then school started and everyone had to go into class so i went into the office. When i got in there they did the normal bullshit give me the run around like they always do. i mean, i'm travis melton, they HAVE TO give me a load of bullshit. So i got my registration packet from the bitch registrar then i talked to beskid. fucking cunt. he tells me that "if you get the registration packet complete and get your transcripts over we can get you in". okay, no big deal... i take a seat and call up my counselor at pinnacle who is preparing my transcripts to fax over to basha so we can get this show on the road. So as i'm giving a fax number over the phone so i can get the shit and beskid come walking his tweaky ass up with his fucking cane and says. 'don't even bother getting that stuff over because you're not coming back to school here' so i'm like "why? i NEED this class to graduate and i AM in the boundaries and i DIDN'T get expelled" and he said so smugly 'because we don't have to'. god i hope he has a fucking stroke while driving and crashes his car into marchiando. she's a bitch too. Anywya, i tell them that they can't do that and it's bullshit and i leave. while on the way out i am NOT feelin the talk to security vibe so i go behind a piller where nick's worthless ass can't see me. while standing there i hear beskid on the radio "beskid to security, we've got a male in all black with white shoes, travis melton, nick i believe he's standing right behind you (he's waddles his big ass in a circle and i wave 'hi nick') go ahead and shadow him out to his car and make sure he leaves" which kinda sucked because i really wanted to shatter a window on my way out. no biggie, karma will take care of that shit for me. Anywho, 3 security guards in tow i get out to my truck... which was FUCKING BOOTED. THIS was the kicker. This spot was assigned to me PERSONALLY by beskid, who had it booted. I still had the god damn piece of paper with his name on it in my truck. I pulled it out and said "this is my spot and this is bullshit! why was my truck booted?" the reply was 'some girl said you were in her spot' WTF?! that's the biggest lame excuse for a story ever, this is my spot signed out personally from Mr. Douchebag himself and this is the shit they pull. pussies. At least tell me 'we think you're a risk of doing something stupid and want to be able to slow you down on your way out.' Not this pussy excuse shit. ugh. they act all high and mighty like i'm nothing and then they do shit like this that shows that they fear me, i'm 17! there are 2 cops with guns and like a million mexicans doing security. am i that big of a threat? so i roll out and call up the district office and tell them the bullshit, the lady i talked to says it won't fly but now i'm debating if i should just finish up english in a week and graduate or go to school a sememster doing 4 classes... i hate school and don't want to go back for anything but my friends but on the other hand i kind of want to go back just as a fuck you to the whole administration that wants me out, just to show them that they don't make the rules no matter how much they think they do. So i don't know what i am going to do just yet...
Get off work and go to the gym with jerami. That was all good then i went to Basha, the fucking hell hole. I got to stand out in the effing cold to wait on people that i was there to chit chat with. Then school started and everyone had to go into class so i went into the office. When i got in there they did the normal bullshit give me the run around like they always do. i mean, i'm travis melton, they HAVE TO give me a load of bullshit. So i got my registration packet from the bitch registrar then i talked to beskid. fucking cunt. he tells me that "if you get the registration packet complete and get your transcripts over we can get you in". okay, no big deal... i take a seat and call up my counselor at pinnacle who is preparing my transcripts to fax over to basha so we can get this show on the road. So as i'm giving a fax number over the phone so i can get the shit and beskid come walking his tweaky ass up with his fucking cane and says. 'don't even bother getting that stuff over because you're not coming back to school here' so i'm like "why? i NEED this class to graduate and i AM in the boundaries and i DIDN'T get expelled" and he said so smugly 'because we don't have to'. god i hope he has a fucking stroke while driving and crashes his car into marchiando. she's a bitch too. Anywya, i tell them that they can't do that and it's bullshit and i leave. while on the way out i am NOT feelin the talk to security vibe so i go behind a piller where nick's worthless ass can't see me. while standing there i hear beskid on the radio "beskid to security, we've got a male in all black with white shoes, travis melton, nick i believe he's standing right behind you (he's waddles his big ass in a circle and i wave 'hi nick') go ahead and shadow him out to his car and make sure he leaves" which kinda sucked because i really wanted to shatter a window on my way out. no biggie, karma will take care of that shit for me. Anywho, 3 security guards in tow i get out to my truck... which was FUCKING BOOTED. THIS was the kicker. This spot was assigned to me PERSONALLY by beskid, who had it booted. I still had the god damn piece of paper with his name on it in my truck. I pulled it out and said "this is my spot and this is bullshit! why was my truck booted?" the reply was 'some girl said you were in her spot' WTF?! that's the biggest lame excuse for a story ever, this is my spot signed out personally from Mr. Douchebag himself and this is the shit they pull. pussies. At least tell me 'we think you're a risk of doing something stupid and want to be able to slow you down on your way out.' Not this pussy excuse shit. ugh. they act all high and mighty like i'm nothing and then they do shit like this that shows that they fear me, i'm 17! there are 2 cops with guns and like a million mexicans doing security. am i that big of a threat? so i roll out and call up the district office and tell them the bullshit, the lady i talked to says it won't fly but now i'm debating if i should just finish up english in a week and graduate or go to school a sememster doing 4 classes... i hate school and don't want to go back for anything but my friends but on the other hand i kind of want to go back just as a fuck you to the whole administration that wants me out, just to show them that they don't make the rules no matter how much they think they do. So i don't know what i am going to do just yet...