Sep 26, 2006 19:58
Don't fucking sit there and stare at me and then, when I turn around because I've felt your eyes burning into the side of my head for five minutes, say "what?" in a 'why are you staring at me, crazy girl?' tone of voice. It's not charming. No one will think any less of me, no matter how much you try to make me look weird and creepy. You're forgetting that I've known the kids in this class for three years now, sugar, and while you're best buddies with a few, I've spent years bonding with the vast majority of them.
For some reason, they respect me. To a lot of them, and I don't pretend to know why, my good opinion is a huge thing. Yours? Not so much.
You can make me look stupid in any other class. You're doing very well in the other two we share. But don't try it in journalism. You will end up looking like the ass you are, and I will not do what I usually do and make excuses for you. I will let them rip you to shreds, because it's what you're trying to do to me, and I'm a vengeful bitch.
Stop it while you're ahead.
I can't believe I liked you.
In other news, got to babysit Phoebe today, my favorite little girl ever. Yes, Mac, including Gracie. I also got to steal her parents' satellite cable, drink their tea, and eat their chocolate. A good post-school day.
I'm going to turn in my photography stuff late. I don't care.
babysitting,
semiserious,
omgotherpeople?,
rant,
boy,
charlotte is weird