Jun 03, 2010 22:46
I decided to wait to open the results of my career aptitude test until I got home. It was obviously going to be something like: "Champion Cheerleader" or like "The Next Shakira" so I , me being the nicest person in the entire fucking world, I brought it home so nobody would get jealous. I know. I'm considerate. Thoughtful. And I look good. (+ My ankle is better. Isn't that awesome? I no longer have to wear that godforsaken cast.)
I'm sorry. What kind of joke is this? Are you all fucking me right now, or is there another Santana Lopez at this school? This is stupid.
I doubt I would fit under God's holy wings anyway. Does God even have wings? What the fuck? Am I even religious?
Do I even care about all these holy things? No. No I don't think so. The closest thing I have ever read to a Bible is the Cheerio's Rule Book.
I DON'T EVEN QUALIFY AS ONE OF THESE THINGS.
OH MY GOD.
So I'm pretty sure I only have three out of five siblings right now.
There is NOTHING in my fridge.
I. Have. Watched. ALL. Of. The. "Bring It All Series." In. One. Day.
I am so fucking pissed at the world.
I'm not even going to do this. Who the hell cares if it's part of our grade? I can spare a few percentages. THIS IS DISGUSTING.
IT IS EMBARASSING. I'M NOT DOING THIS. AND YOU WILL NEVER FIND OUT WHAT I GOT.
Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! ThIs iS AnIta! SaNtAna leFt tHis On BY aCCident! SHe's EaTiNG mY EaSy BaKe OveN RiGhT NoW!
I GeT to CaLL heR "SiStEr LoPez" NoW! SHe Is GoInG to GrOw uP and Be a NUN.
who: anita,
who: god,
what: pissed off,
what: fuck my life,
what: career apitutude