March Sucks
I hate the month of March. It is quite possibly the worst month in all the year. Not only are there no days off during this horribly depressing month, but teachers feel that it is their duty to make up for months of slacking on their fat asses by assigning mountains of homework, thinking that we have nothing else in our lives going on at the moment. I missed the whole fucking musical because I was working on English stuff for that fat bitch Mrs. Ronane. During AP, when I'm not checking out Sara Pearly, all I do is sit there and think about all of the ways I can kill Mrs. Ronane. I found that the most effective way would be to just bring in a sawed-off and blast a couple of rounds of busk shot into that overweight glob of lard. I mean, with a target that large, how could you possibly miss?
I'm so fucking tired. I nearly passed out at the computer earlier tonight. I've also been feeling abnormally dizzy lately, especially at work. Eh, I most likely have some sort of medical condition or something--sounds like my luck. Anyway, I'm going to bed. I think I'll be sick on Wednesday, when my Frankenstein project is due. Yeah, that sounds good.
I'm so fucking tired. I nearly passed out at the computer earlier tonight. I've also been feeling abnormally dizzy lately, especially at work. Eh, I most likely have some sort of medical condition or something--sounds like my luck. Anyway, I'm going to bed. I think I'll be sick on Wednesday, when my Frankenstein project is due. Yeah, that sounds good.