Death
I am freaking livid right now. On Tuesday in my tech theatre class we were supposed to pair off to work on our latest project. I located a girl who did not yet have a partner and she rather unenthusiastically agreed. She didn't say anything beyond that, so I suggested we exchange e-mails, which we did. That was it. I didn't hear anything else from her until early this morning when I got an e-mail from her, saying: "I am unable to be your parter for the flat-building project. I am so sorry about that. You'll have to find someone else." That pissed me off so much that I didn't even bother going to class today. And later Jerry said that this fricking girl was telling the teacher that she didn't have a partner, so the teacher put her into another group. Well, she DID have one: ME! So I e-mailed the teacher about it and she said the girl had told her that she'd tried to schedule things but she couldn't, and she was concerned that she would have to do all the work herself. Bullshit! She didn't say one WORD to me or give me a single e-mail until today. I was planning to talk to her at class today about arranging a time before she pulled this stunt. Fscking bitch. I'm sick of being made out to be the screw-up. I'm sure the whole class now knows that she "had to find a new partner because Stephanie's just so unreliable." I HATE it! If she had a problem with me, why didn't she tell me about it? Cause she's a damn pansy! I want to freaking kill her. Why are people like this? This is why I hate group projects. Hell, I hate school in general.
Total Slaughter,
Total Slaughter.
I won't leave a single man alive.
La de da de dai,
Genocide.
La de da de duh,
An ocean of blood.
Let's begin the killing time.