Let the bitching commence!
I've been so moody lately, and it's kind of pissing me off. I don't like to be mopey and whiney, but that's pretty much all I feel like doing right now...and obviously, this weather isn't helping.
I'M SO SICK OF SCHOOL. SICK, SICK, SICK, SICK, SICK OF IT. I need a bloody break! I can't believe we don't even have a long weekend until memorial day. What the shit is up with that?
Also, I'm annoyed that there's no cool end to the school year after AP tests, since most of my classes last two years anyway. Even in AP US, we just watch shitty American history-related movies in uncomfortable desks in an uncomfortable room with people I don't know. I went to the art room instead one day, which was a lot more fun, so maybe I'll have to do that again. I didn't know it was possible to hate that class more than I already did, but Jesus Christ. Shoot me in the faaaaace. Not to mention we're doing a BULLSHIT RIPOFF of the AP Euro salon, except that it's not a salon, it's a "town hall". I think that right there illustrates the essential difference between Euro and AP US that makes the latter so shitty; America lacks any sort of worthwhile culture. Why must we still be the fucking wild west?
And then my chemistry exam, which is just going to blow on so many levels. Oh man. Jesus Christ, do I not want to take that. I think I'll get a 5 or a 6 (it's out of 7) which is all right and frankly what I'm willing to settle for, as I know I'll be able to crush my other exams because I actually GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THE MATERIAL. Oh, and yeah, my teachers teach me. Novel idea. So I want to get the fucking chemistry out of the way so we can just burn shit on the Bunsen burners and not have to do fucking enthalpy equations. Spite.
French is shitty too because we're not doing much oral discussion. We're reading an UBER ABRIDGED version of Le Rouge et le Noir, which wouldn't be so bad except that it's abridged to the point where things don't make sense anymore. I don't see why we can't just fucking read the original; it might take longer, but it'd be a hell of a lot more interesting. The thing that really kills me about it, though, is having to sit in dead silence for an hour and a half in a room with FIVE PEOPLE in it. It's ridiculous. I thought I was literally going to go insane, I was so dying to walk around or talk or write or do ANYTHING EXCEPT READ IN AN UNCOMFORTABLE SCHOOL SEAT. Shitty.
Math is all right, thank god, although I'm also ready for that to be over just because I'm ready for the school year to be over. Honestly, the only academic thing I'm really looking forward to now is the European salon, which is going to kick ass; Roberts said we might do it on the stage and invite other classes to come and watch, which would be pretty badass. I'm reeeeally getting into my character, as you can probably imagine. I picked up a copy of his biography (unfortunately translated and slightly abridged, but it's still pretty long) and so far it's totally fascinating. I love all the court intrigue, and all of his childhood provides a really interesting background for his later years. So interesting, so good. I can't wait to shoot some bitches down at that discussion.
I'm not looking forward to working 8 hours on Saturday. Reeeeally not looking forward to it. Although I'm going to try to get off at 4:00 (that's still seven hours) so I can pick up my boutonniere for prom. While we're on the topic, who is the sadistic fuck who came up with the moronic idea of fucking corsages for prom? And why the hell am I the only one who's bothered by this? I fail to see the romantic implications of wearing a huge, fucking shit-ass ugly flower on your wrist as--as what? A sign that you have a date? What is this, the Scarlet Letter? It's hideous, it's pointless, it's a total waste of money--as if prom weren't expensive enough already--and there is absolutely nothing flattering about it that would offer it any kind of redeeming value. WTF, America. Stop being so fucking obsessed with meaningless traditions with vaguely mysogynistic undertones. Fuck you!
Oh, and I'm also pissed I have to plan out this fucking Hawks Nest Fest thing and NO ONE WILL THROW ME A FUCKING BONE. Every time we're in English class, I'm like "Hey, you guys, we should probably get together and discuss this" and somehow it just gets lost in a mire of conversation and it just never happens. Also, I don't know how I got appointed the fucking leader in this little situation, because I never volunteered for it. But I get the distinct feeling that when we need to have things lined up, Meghan and Caitlin are going to be coming to me and I'm going to be fucked extraordinaire because no one will fucking cooperate with me and just give me a bloody place to meet. So fuck it, we're doing it Sunday night at my house and if you're not there then you're getting bitchslapped.
I'm sick of working, doing homework, studying, EXAMS, planning meaningless shit, and generally doing a whole lot more than I really want or need to. This blows, and I'm pissed, and now I have to go BS my way through a fucking chemistry paper 2 that I have absolutely NO desire to do because I know I'm not going to know a damn thing on it. Fuuuuuck thiiiiiiis.
No peace or love, but shaggy hair--
Cat
/end rant
I'M SO SICK OF SCHOOL. SICK, SICK, SICK, SICK, SICK OF IT. I need a bloody break! I can't believe we don't even have a long weekend until memorial day. What the shit is up with that?
Also, I'm annoyed that there's no cool end to the school year after AP tests, since most of my classes last two years anyway. Even in AP US, we just watch shitty American history-related movies in uncomfortable desks in an uncomfortable room with people I don't know. I went to the art room instead one day, which was a lot more fun, so maybe I'll have to do that again. I didn't know it was possible to hate that class more than I already did, but Jesus Christ. Shoot me in the faaaaace. Not to mention we're doing a BULLSHIT RIPOFF of the AP Euro salon, except that it's not a salon, it's a "town hall". I think that right there illustrates the essential difference between Euro and AP US that makes the latter so shitty; America lacks any sort of worthwhile culture. Why must we still be the fucking wild west?
And then my chemistry exam, which is just going to blow on so many levels. Oh man. Jesus Christ, do I not want to take that. I think I'll get a 5 or a 6 (it's out of 7) which is all right and frankly what I'm willing to settle for, as I know I'll be able to crush my other exams because I actually GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THE MATERIAL. Oh, and yeah, my teachers teach me. Novel idea. So I want to get the fucking chemistry out of the way so we can just burn shit on the Bunsen burners and not have to do fucking enthalpy equations. Spite.
French is shitty too because we're not doing much oral discussion. We're reading an UBER ABRIDGED version of Le Rouge et le Noir, which wouldn't be so bad except that it's abridged to the point where things don't make sense anymore. I don't see why we can't just fucking read the original; it might take longer, but it'd be a hell of a lot more interesting. The thing that really kills me about it, though, is having to sit in dead silence for an hour and a half in a room with FIVE PEOPLE in it. It's ridiculous. I thought I was literally going to go insane, I was so dying to walk around or talk or write or do ANYTHING EXCEPT READ IN AN UNCOMFORTABLE SCHOOL SEAT. Shitty.
Math is all right, thank god, although I'm also ready for that to be over just because I'm ready for the school year to be over. Honestly, the only academic thing I'm really looking forward to now is the European salon, which is going to kick ass; Roberts said we might do it on the stage and invite other classes to come and watch, which would be pretty badass. I'm reeeeally getting into my character, as you can probably imagine. I picked up a copy of his biography (unfortunately translated and slightly abridged, but it's still pretty long) and so far it's totally fascinating. I love all the court intrigue, and all of his childhood provides a really interesting background for his later years. So interesting, so good. I can't wait to shoot some bitches down at that discussion.
I'm not looking forward to working 8 hours on Saturday. Reeeeally not looking forward to it. Although I'm going to try to get off at 4:00 (that's still seven hours) so I can pick up my boutonniere for prom. While we're on the topic, who is the sadistic fuck who came up with the moronic idea of fucking corsages for prom? And why the hell am I the only one who's bothered by this? I fail to see the romantic implications of wearing a huge, fucking shit-ass ugly flower on your wrist as--as what? A sign that you have a date? What is this, the Scarlet Letter? It's hideous, it's pointless, it's a total waste of money--as if prom weren't expensive enough already--and there is absolutely nothing flattering about it that would offer it any kind of redeeming value. WTF, America. Stop being so fucking obsessed with meaningless traditions with vaguely mysogynistic undertones. Fuck you!
Oh, and I'm also pissed I have to plan out this fucking Hawks Nest Fest thing and NO ONE WILL THROW ME A FUCKING BONE. Every time we're in English class, I'm like "Hey, you guys, we should probably get together and discuss this" and somehow it just gets lost in a mire of conversation and it just never happens. Also, I don't know how I got appointed the fucking leader in this little situation, because I never volunteered for it. But I get the distinct feeling that when we need to have things lined up, Meghan and Caitlin are going to be coming to me and I'm going to be fucked extraordinaire because no one will fucking cooperate with me and just give me a bloody place to meet. So fuck it, we're doing it Sunday night at my house and if you're not there then you're getting bitchslapped.
I'm sick of working, doing homework, studying, EXAMS, planning meaningless shit, and generally doing a whole lot more than I really want or need to. This blows, and I'm pissed, and now I have to go BS my way through a fucking chemistry paper 2 that I have absolutely NO desire to do because I know I'm not going to know a damn thing on it. Fuuuuuck thiiiiiiis.
No peace or love, but shaggy hair--
Cat
/end rant