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old old old entry from way back when (2006 ((last year >.>...)) )
stupid nazi teacher -_-
Current mood:
cynical
[Music;{Dirty Harry by Gorillaz}]
[Mood;{B.U.B.A.R.}]
My my my, it has been awhile. Has it not?
Almost forgot I owned one of these clever little peices of self proclaimed internet fame and fable. Long due am I to start a rant. But first, a recap.
I am now 18 years old, legal, an 'adult' in the eyes of the Man. This is the first time in a very long time, when an age change actually made me feel the change. So much legality involved in becoming an 'adult', alot of the preverbial red tape and such. and throughout all this I have yet to register for selective services. Might want to get on that. Ah just another seemingly meaningless hassle of becomeing an 'adult'.
Utlilize your observational skills and notice that every time I used the word 'adult' I put it in quotations. This is because, despite what the Man calls me, with his booming disembodied voice pounding through the skies, I do not consider myself an adult. I am still in high school, live in my parent's house, and still like to fuck around with system, cause chaos, and otherwise act realitivly immature. This is not to say that I do have my moments where I am extremly mature. When a friend needs another to listen to, or if there is mediating to be had, I'm there. Oh and let's not forget the fact that I am a natural born hopeless romantic. Chivilay will never die as long as I can still open a door for a lady. And I will treat those I love how they deserve to be treated. It's all about loyalty. Wow that got off topic really fast.
On a side note, if there are numerous grammer or typing mistakes in this entry, forgive me, I fear my wireless keyboard is dying. Memorial services to be held at 6pm.
Anywho, where was I... Ah yes, 18, gotcha
Those of you that don't know already, haven't guessed already, or have the attention capacity of a nine-year old on pixie sticks, I am a senior in high school. We all have heard stories of the dreaded Senioritus, I must confess that I too have succumb to this disease. It's just like the closer I get to the end of the year the more i feel like YEAH HOME STRETCH ITS ALL DOWN HILL FROM HERE BABY! OPEN ME UP SUM'DEM IBC'S! TURN OFF ALL THE LIGHTS AND LETS PLAY 'WHO'S IN MY MOUTH!'. Yes, somthing like that. But the reality is that its not like this at all. The facts are, it actually gets harder o_O who would have thought? school year progression = level of difficulty/volume of work and work related material. Interesting.
Over my years at Scarborough School systems, I have met many teachers that would be refered as the female species of canine. But I do beleive this one ousted all of them. Her name is Ms. Malanalquist. Notice, that despite the fact that I probably spelt her name wrong, the word Anal is very noticable in the name MalANALquist. Which is exhibit A the case against the multple sticks that were shoved up in the aformentioned orifice. My lord, the evil of this Nazi hitler incarnite is beyond imagination. A sample of her tryanny was present last week when I showed my comrade Hutter how to do something in Photoshop that made the whole process of what we were doing extremly easier. This fine example of darwins theory came over and said because she did not know how to do that, we were not allowed. what. the. fuck. Becuase I am smarter than her and that I know more about photoshop than her, I get in trouble. Long story short, I was kicked out, she got called a "fucking nazi" to her face, and I ended up with a 3 day suspension. in retrospect the latter part may have been a bit over the top, but none the less I cannot handle the multiple constrictions and limitations in that class that prevent the greater part of America from fullfiling its potential. She reminds me of Bush.
Well, with that short burst out of my system, on to other news.
Having thouroghly reveiwed the past meaningful events that have taken place, I find all but one innappropriate to disclose of over a web journal. Details of such events may be inquired via instant message, but response is not guanenteed. Push it to the limit. XD Kudos and a bag of cookies to those who got that joke just then, hint; ytmnd.com.
Alas, you must wait for my next entry to discover which event I was going to talk about. my will to continue writing has just been over powered by the urge of other momentarly more appealing activities.
so stfuplzkthnx ;D
[P.S. {My long overdue license test is on monday 10:00 am, Wish me luck.}]
stupid nazi teacher -_-
Current mood:
cynical
[Music;{Dirty Harry by Gorillaz}]
[Mood;{B.U.B.A.R.}]
My my my, it has been awhile. Has it not?
Almost forgot I owned one of these clever little peices of self proclaimed internet fame and fable. Long due am I to start a rant. But first, a recap.
I am now 18 years old, legal, an 'adult' in the eyes of the Man. This is the first time in a very long time, when an age change actually made me feel the change. So much legality involved in becoming an 'adult', alot of the preverbial red tape and such. and throughout all this I have yet to register for selective services. Might want to get on that. Ah just another seemingly meaningless hassle of becomeing an 'adult'.
Utlilize your observational skills and notice that every time I used the word 'adult' I put it in quotations. This is because, despite what the Man calls me, with his booming disembodied voice pounding through the skies, I do not consider myself an adult. I am still in high school, live in my parent's house, and still like to fuck around with system, cause chaos, and otherwise act realitivly immature. This is not to say that I do have my moments where I am extremly mature. When a friend needs another to listen to, or if there is mediating to be had, I'm there. Oh and let's not forget the fact that I am a natural born hopeless romantic. Chivilay will never die as long as I can still open a door for a lady. And I will treat those I love how they deserve to be treated. It's all about loyalty. Wow that got off topic really fast.
On a side note, if there are numerous grammer or typing mistakes in this entry, forgive me, I fear my wireless keyboard is dying. Memorial services to be held at 6pm.
Anywho, where was I... Ah yes, 18, gotcha
Those of you that don't know already, haven't guessed already, or have the attention capacity of a nine-year old on pixie sticks, I am a senior in high school. We all have heard stories of the dreaded Senioritus, I must confess that I too have succumb to this disease. It's just like the closer I get to the end of the year the more i feel like YEAH HOME STRETCH ITS ALL DOWN HILL FROM HERE BABY! OPEN ME UP SUM'DEM IBC'S! TURN OFF ALL THE LIGHTS AND LETS PLAY 'WHO'S IN MY MOUTH!'. Yes, somthing like that. But the reality is that its not like this at all. The facts are, it actually gets harder o_O who would have thought? school year progression = level of difficulty/volume of work and work related material. Interesting.
Over my years at Scarborough School systems, I have met many teachers that would be refered as the female species of canine. But I do beleive this one ousted all of them. Her name is Ms. Malanalquist. Notice, that despite the fact that I probably spelt her name wrong, the word Anal is very noticable in the name MalANALquist. Which is exhibit A the case against the multple sticks that were shoved up in the aformentioned orifice. My lord, the evil of this Nazi hitler incarnite is beyond imagination. A sample of her tryanny was present last week when I showed my comrade Hutter how to do something in Photoshop that made the whole process of what we were doing extremly easier. This fine example of darwins theory came over and said because she did not know how to do that, we were not allowed. what. the. fuck. Becuase I am smarter than her and that I know more about photoshop than her, I get in trouble. Long story short, I was kicked out, she got called a "fucking nazi" to her face, and I ended up with a 3 day suspension. in retrospect the latter part may have been a bit over the top, but none the less I cannot handle the multiple constrictions and limitations in that class that prevent the greater part of America from fullfiling its potential. She reminds me of Bush.
Well, with that short burst out of my system, on to other news.
Having thouroghly reveiwed the past meaningful events that have taken place, I find all but one innappropriate to disclose of over a web journal. Details of such events may be inquired via instant message, but response is not guanenteed. Push it to the limit. XD Kudos and a bag of cookies to those who got that joke just then, hint; ytmnd.com.
Alas, you must wait for my next entry to discover which event I was going to talk about. my will to continue writing has just been over powered by the urge of other momentarly more appealing activities.
so stfuplzkthnx ;D
[P.S. {My long overdue license test is on monday 10:00 am, Wish me luck.}]