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I'd like to take the moment to say that: Trent Reznor of Nine Inch Nails wrote "Hurt". Not Johnny Cash. Do not argue with me on this. I'll rip out your juggular. Thank you. <3
Algebra Did work. Doodled in my spiral.
Keyboarding Did more work, but I finished it incredibly fast because I am the amazing typer goddess or something. I'm finished first everyday... Anyway. Tiffany (brig girl thing), Dylan (basketball guy thing (Fussell, not Wright. not John's brother.)), and myself (art girl thing) are becoming friends..? What. They protect me from Napoleon. Anyway. Tiffany and I were abusing Dylan today. We hit him and twisted his nipples when he girly slapped us. :x We're cute. Then everyone had to play this.. game. about typing. WHERE YOU KILL SHARKS BY TYPING THE WORDS ON THEM!! I kicked ass at that. But I had to take turns with this Ross guy, and he sucks at typing. So he lost all of our lives, and I got mad because I was doing so good by myself.
English Substitute, who got mad at us (me, Sloane, Angela) when we made fun of the video we had to watch. Something about poetry. There was like this .. ugly country looking girl who did some goth poetry, which would have been good if I had not been distracted by her good looks. Then there were two black boys + mexican and they did a rap. And then three black girls who had been inspired by Michael Jackson (:O!!!) sang a song. They said "mmhmmmm" when they were being interviewed, and cleared their throat 100 times each. Yeah. Anyway. Did some worksheets. And Angela, Sloane, and I made an alphabet rap. Angela recorded me .. rapping it.
Lunch Got sort of annoyed when Rikki started talking about the slut-type things Sloane does. I don't want to fucking hear about that. Er.. yeah. Sloane bought me a Twix. And I ate it. Highlight of my day.
Art Watched a video about Vincent Van Gogh. And I started drawing something, and wrote a FAQ for the people at my school who ask me too many questions about my art. A few of my favorites:
What's with all the Nazis?: They're.. my little fetish thing. I'm such a freak.. and people get mad at me for that stuff a lot. But it's not like I'm going to go kill thousands of people.
... Lesbians?: Yeah! They're hot! ... And guys sometimes don't fit the concept.
Where did you learn to draw?: ... Get out of my house. I fucking hate that question. (translation: Mostly self-taught from 4th to 6th grade, a friend taught me a lot in 7th, from then on I'm self-taught.)
Dude.. you're fucking psycho...: Okay.
Can I see your sketchbook: GET OUT OF MY HOUSE.
Algebra Did work. Doodled in my spiral.
Keyboarding Did more work, but I finished it incredibly fast because I am the amazing typer goddess or something. I'm finished first everyday... Anyway. Tiffany (brig girl thing), Dylan (basketball guy thing (Fussell, not Wright. not John's brother.)), and myself (art girl thing) are becoming friends..? What. They protect me from Napoleon. Anyway. Tiffany and I were abusing Dylan today. We hit him and twisted his nipples when he girly slapped us. :x We're cute. Then everyone had to play this.. game. about typing. WHERE YOU KILL SHARKS BY TYPING THE WORDS ON THEM!! I kicked ass at that. But I had to take turns with this Ross guy, and he sucks at typing. So he lost all of our lives, and I got mad because I was doing so good by myself.
English Substitute, who got mad at us (me, Sloane, Angela) when we made fun of the video we had to watch. Something about poetry. There was like this .. ugly country looking girl who did some goth poetry, which would have been good if I had not been distracted by her good looks. Then there were two black boys + mexican and they did a rap. And then three black girls who had been inspired by Michael Jackson (:O!!!) sang a song. They said "mmhmmmm" when they were being interviewed, and cleared their throat 100 times each. Yeah. Anyway. Did some worksheets. And Angela, Sloane, and I made an alphabet rap. Angela recorded me .. rapping it.
Lunch Got sort of annoyed when Rikki started talking about the slut-type things Sloane does. I don't want to fucking hear about that. Er.. yeah. Sloane bought me a Twix. And I ate it. Highlight of my day.
Art Watched a video about Vincent Van Gogh. And I started drawing something, and wrote a FAQ for the people at my school who ask me too many questions about my art. A few of my favorites:
What's with all the Nazis?: They're.. my little fetish thing. I'm such a freak.. and people get mad at me for that stuff a lot. But it's not like I'm going to go kill thousands of people.
... Lesbians?: Yeah! They're hot! ... And guys sometimes don't fit the concept.
Where did you learn to draw?: ... Get out of my house. I fucking hate that question. (translation: Mostly self-taught from 4th to 6th grade, a friend taught me a lot in 7th, from then on I'm self-taught.)
Dude.. you're fucking psycho...: Okay.
Can I see your sketchbook: GET OUT OF MY HOUSE.