Good Morning, All!
Well the past few days have been…interesting to say the least. Last week, I almost had a “fight”, if that’s what you would call it, in the library. It was more of a confrontation. I bought the platform shoes awhile back to be ridiculously, freakishly tall instead of just being a freak in general. I say if I’m going to be noticed either way, I might as well just be taller. I don’t really mind people calling me tall, because I am. The whole “How tall are you?” and “Do you play basketball?” are among the most asked questions. I’m ok with that to an extent considering I don’t think I’ll be shrinking anytime soon, and I might as well just get used to it.
The Scenario:
So I’m in the library, minding my own business, and doing my job. There’s a class in there with the teacher and they all were instructed to get a book for their upcoming book review. This pisses me off because I just finished organizing all the fiction books and I know these fucking freshmen are going to mess them all up again. They get their books and I check out all the books to all these little munchkins. I get back to the cart, and get more fiction books to shelve, since that’s never ending anyways. I begin to shelve the books in the aisles. When I get to the first aisle, I see three girls and two guys, “looking for books”, and I tell them,
Me: “Umm, do you know the teacher and the rest of your class already left?”
“Yeah, whatever. We’ll go back when we feel like it”
Me: “Ok, well I can’t give out passes so you need to get back to class.”
(I continue to shelve my books. Of course this happens.)
The two guys: “Holy shit! You’re fucking tall!”
Me: “Really?! I had no idea! Thank you for telling me!” (Keep in mind right now, I am about 7 feet tall)
The first Mexican guy comes up to me: “Dude, would you like….fall…if I tripped you?”
Me: Would you fall if I tripped you?
No but I bet YOU would!
Me: Well, when I got back up, you wouldn’t be to happy.
Whatever, bitch. I could beat your ass…(The girls intervene: “Stop being a dick! I’m sorry he’s an asshole”)
Me: That’s ok. (I get back to work while these “wannabee gangsters” are ditching class…in the f-ing library! What rebels! Just because they know I work there, the 2 guys start taking books off the shelves and placing them in random places and keep looking over at me and giggling like little bitches.)
Both of the Mexican guys: “Dude, look at his fucking shirt! He even has a monster on the back of his shirt. (I’m wearing my Herman Munster shirt) I know! That’s funny! He’s a monster-freak and he has a monster freak on his shirt. (Once again these awesome girls intervene: “Stop being assholes! Be nice!”)
The two guys talking to each other: “What a fucking faggot!”
Me: (Now I really don’t like that word and it sets me over the edge to the point where I don’t want to take this shit from these asshole anymore. I SLAM by books down that I’m shelving and ask these bastards), “You got something to say to be, you little shit!?”
The one guy that originally says “Whatever, bitch. I could beat your ass” then states “Bring it on bitch!”
Me: (I think it’s so cute that when I took one step to get next to him and looked down at this little 5’7” boy, he looked so confident. I say this with a blank look on my face towering more than a foot over him): “I’m right here. There’s no one around. You wanna do something, now’s your chance.” (In a way, I felt like Dirty Harry. Do you feel lucky?)
These wonderful girls again: (Pushes the guy away before shit goes down) “I told you to stop being a fucking asshole! I’m so sorry”
Me: For some reason, I say “That’s ok”, but I feel bad that they have to say sorry for the lame ass people they decide to hang out with. The girls were very kind but the guys were complete dicks. I wonder what’s going through these kids minds. “Hmm, maybe I’m a dipshit. I’m so bored. I know! I’m 5’7”! I’m going to go find the biggest guy is school out of 2,500 other kids and go fuck with him. That’ll be fun!” Eventually though, I figure he and his little gangsta friends will follow me out to the parking lot one of these days. “Better safe than sorry” is such a popular phrase, which I guess explains why I have a baseball bat in the car.
In other news. You should really listen carefully…or read intensively rather: EXTREME READING! Ok, I was going to go job hunting today. I’m driving down Oliver. I’m driving along, driving along. I come to the red light at Oliver and Iris. Light turns green thusly. Most people…press on the accelerator pedal in order to properly transfer the vehicle efficiently across the intersection. I do too.
But one of the things I do while driving is even when the light turns green, I look all around me to see if it is really safe to go, or if the lights thinking “Watch this, I’m gonna turn green and get him in an accident. It’ll be cool.” I’m sure some of you do the same thing. I look right, and all is well. I look left and see this truck speeding at the speed of at least 75 mph trying to make the light that changed to red well over 3 seconds ago. I stop after a few feet with the car behind me and he’s wondering what the hell I’m doing. So I’m stopped and watching this guy just barrel through the intersection.
Please look around you even if there is a green light. Had I not done this, by the time I would have seen the light and started going, this truck would have broad sided me on my door going 70 mph and I don’t think that I would have been in good health. So please acknowledge this driving tip, even though I’m sure some of you already do this. Good for you.
I have a lot of homework and the like to do this weekend. One of the reasons I have so much homework is because of that bitch of a teacher from an earlier post. Since I was done doing all of my work in accounting, and I was trying to sleep in that bitch of a teacher’s class, even though I had NOTHING left to do, she was like,
“What are you doing?!”
ME: “I’m resting. I’m done with my work.”
What about the study guide section?
ME: Yes.
What about the Audit Your Understanding?
ME: Yep
All of it?!
ME: Yes, would you like to see it?
No.
She assigns me a summary to find from an article about high school apathy. Isn’t that a bit ironic not to mention childish? So, why would I write about high school apathy when I feel that anything she teaches, let alone the whole class is a complete waste of time and I know for a fact that I can pass it?
The next day.
Where’s your summary.
ME: I didn’t do it…I’m apathetic.
You think that’s so funny, we’ll see how funny it is when I plug that big fat zero into your grade.
ME: Go ahead. (I have like 113% in her class.)
Well you’re lucky. You stayed at an A.
ME: Oh…well that’s nice. (I begin to walk back to my seat)
WAIT!
ME: Yes?
(All angry) Since you didn’t do the summary, now I’m going to make you write…ummm….a 3 page essay on the topic.
I don’t even bother to say anything. I’m too angry, which seems to get me in trouble in that communist class of hers. She should just hand out white beanies to everyone and give herself a red one. Then we could be just like the communist society known as the smurfs. Then I could call her Papa Bitch. But I know I’ll probably end up doing the essay. There’s no way I could win with her. She’s too childish and there’s nothing I can do about it.
So I have a 3 page essay to write and I’m going to try to write it and not include anything that will further deepen the pit in which I’m in with her. Almost half way done with that class. I keep telling myself I can do it but I feel it will only get worse. I can only know that I am a better person than she is and she’ll probably be stuck teaching kids like me for the next 20-25 years. *Evil Grin*
All is well though for this weekend though. I’ll find time for my homework and whatnot. Morrow’s going to be so ridiculously awesome, I won’t be able to handle it. I’ll probably have no voice on Monday because I‘ll be cheering so loud. I’m going to the Hollywood Bowl morrow with my Pappy to see The Rolling Stones. 34 rows from the front. I just hope they let me take a camera. I got my wardrobe al ready set out, but then again, so are the rest of my clothes. I just need to find something to wear under my Rolling Stone pajama bottoms since I’m going to be outside from 6:00 till whenever it ends. It’s going to be so fun. If they let me, I’ll take pictures and show you all later.
Oh and I made Ashley Vargas a live journal so that she could be… “One of us.” Her username is ashesawesome so add her because she’s that awesome. And I’m that awesome if not more for creating her one. You better use it, Ashley! I worked hard on it. I even got you some friends. How nice am I now?
Anywho, I love you all and I hope you all have wonderful days. To conclude this post, it is now the morning so have a nice day. So I say to you “Good morning. Oh, and in case I don’t see ya, good afternoon, good evening and goodnight!”
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The Scenario:
So I’m in the library, minding my own business, and doing my job. There’s a class in there with the teacher and they all were instructed to get a book for their upcoming book review. This pisses me off because I just finished organizing all the fiction books and I know these fucking freshmen are going to mess them all up again. They get their books and I check out all the books to all these little munchkins. I get back to the cart, and get more fiction books to shelve, since that’s never ending anyways. I begin to shelve the books in the aisles. When I get to the first aisle, I see three girls and two guys, “looking for books”, and I tell them,
Me: “Umm, do you know the teacher and the rest of your class already left?”
“Yeah, whatever. We’ll go back when we feel like it”
Me: “Ok, well I can’t give out passes so you need to get back to class.”
(I continue to shelve my books. Of course this happens.)
The two guys: “Holy shit! You’re fucking tall!”
Me: “Really?! I had no idea! Thank you for telling me!” (Keep in mind right now, I am about 7 feet tall)
The first Mexican guy comes up to me: “Dude, would you like….fall…if I tripped you?”
Me: Would you fall if I tripped you?
No but I bet YOU would!
Me: Well, when I got back up, you wouldn’t be to happy.
Whatever, bitch. I could beat your ass…(The girls intervene: “Stop being a dick! I’m sorry he’s an asshole”)
Me: That’s ok. (I get back to work while these “wannabee gangsters” are ditching class…in the f-ing library! What rebels! Just because they know I work there, the 2 guys start taking books off the shelves and placing them in random places and keep looking over at me and giggling like little bitches.)
Both of the Mexican guys: “Dude, look at his fucking shirt! He even has a monster on the back of his shirt. (I’m wearing my Herman Munster shirt) I know! That’s funny! He’s a monster-freak and he has a monster freak on his shirt. (Once again these awesome girls intervene: “Stop being assholes! Be nice!”)
The two guys talking to each other: “What a fucking faggot!”
Me: (Now I really don’t like that word and it sets me over the edge to the point where I don’t want to take this shit from these asshole anymore. I SLAM by books down that I’m shelving and ask these bastards), “You got something to say to be, you little shit!?”
The one guy that originally says “Whatever, bitch. I could beat your ass” then states “Bring it on bitch!”
Me: (I think it’s so cute that when I took one step to get next to him and looked down at this little 5’7” boy, he looked so confident. I say this with a blank look on my face towering more than a foot over him): “I’m right here. There’s no one around. You wanna do something, now’s your chance.” (In a way, I felt like Dirty Harry. Do you feel lucky?)
These wonderful girls again: (Pushes the guy away before shit goes down) “I told you to stop being a fucking asshole! I’m so sorry”
Me: For some reason, I say “That’s ok”, but I feel bad that they have to say sorry for the lame ass people they decide to hang out with. The girls were very kind but the guys were complete dicks. I wonder what’s going through these kids minds. “Hmm, maybe I’m a dipshit. I’m so bored. I know! I’m 5’7”! I’m going to go find the biggest guy is school out of 2,500 other kids and go fuck with him. That’ll be fun!” Eventually though, I figure he and his little gangsta friends will follow me out to the parking lot one of these days. “Better safe than sorry” is such a popular phrase, which I guess explains why I have a baseball bat in the car.
In other news. You should really listen carefully…or read intensively rather: EXTREME READING! Ok, I was going to go job hunting today. I’m driving down Oliver. I’m driving along, driving along. I come to the red light at Oliver and Iris. Light turns green thusly. Most people…press on the accelerator pedal in order to properly transfer the vehicle efficiently across the intersection. I do too.
But one of the things I do while driving is even when the light turns green, I look all around me to see if it is really safe to go, or if the lights thinking “Watch this, I’m gonna turn green and get him in an accident. It’ll be cool.” I’m sure some of you do the same thing. I look right, and all is well. I look left and see this truck speeding at the speed of at least 75 mph trying to make the light that changed to red well over 3 seconds ago. I stop after a few feet with the car behind me and he’s wondering what the hell I’m doing. So I’m stopped and watching this guy just barrel through the intersection.
Please look around you even if there is a green light. Had I not done this, by the time I would have seen the light and started going, this truck would have broad sided me on my door going 70 mph and I don’t think that I would have been in good health. So please acknowledge this driving tip, even though I’m sure some of you already do this. Good for you.
I have a lot of homework and the like to do this weekend. One of the reasons I have so much homework is because of that bitch of a teacher from an earlier post. Since I was done doing all of my work in accounting, and I was trying to sleep in that bitch of a teacher’s class, even though I had NOTHING left to do, she was like,
“What are you doing?!”
ME: “I’m resting. I’m done with my work.”
What about the study guide section?
ME: Yes.
What about the Audit Your Understanding?
ME: Yep
All of it?!
ME: Yes, would you like to see it?
No.
She assigns me a summary to find from an article about high school apathy. Isn’t that a bit ironic not to mention childish? So, why would I write about high school apathy when I feel that anything she teaches, let alone the whole class is a complete waste of time and I know for a fact that I can pass it?
The next day.
Where’s your summary.
ME: I didn’t do it…I’m apathetic.
You think that’s so funny, we’ll see how funny it is when I plug that big fat zero into your grade.
ME: Go ahead. (I have like 113% in her class.)
Well you’re lucky. You stayed at an A.
ME: Oh…well that’s nice. (I begin to walk back to my seat)
WAIT!
ME: Yes?
(All angry) Since you didn’t do the summary, now I’m going to make you write…ummm….a 3 page essay on the topic.
I don’t even bother to say anything. I’m too angry, which seems to get me in trouble in that communist class of hers. She should just hand out white beanies to everyone and give herself a red one. Then we could be just like the communist society known as the smurfs. Then I could call her Papa Bitch. But I know I’ll probably end up doing the essay. There’s no way I could win with her. She’s too childish and there’s nothing I can do about it.
So I have a 3 page essay to write and I’m going to try to write it and not include anything that will further deepen the pit in which I’m in with her. Almost half way done with that class. I keep telling myself I can do it but I feel it will only get worse. I can only know that I am a better person than she is and she’ll probably be stuck teaching kids like me for the next 20-25 years. *Evil Grin*
All is well though for this weekend though. I’ll find time for my homework and whatnot. Morrow’s going to be so ridiculously awesome, I won’t be able to handle it. I’ll probably have no voice on Monday because I‘ll be cheering so loud. I’m going to the Hollywood Bowl morrow with my Pappy to see The Rolling Stones. 34 rows from the front. I just hope they let me take a camera. I got my wardrobe al ready set out, but then again, so are the rest of my clothes. I just need to find something to wear under my Rolling Stone pajama bottoms since I’m going to be outside from 6:00 till whenever it ends. It’s going to be so fun. If they let me, I’ll take pictures and show you all later.
Oh and I made Ashley Vargas a live journal so that she could be… “One of us.” Her username is ashesawesome so add her because she’s that awesome. And I’m that awesome if not more for creating her one. You better use it, Ashley! I worked hard on it. I even got you some friends. How nice am I now?
Anywho, I love you all and I hope you all have wonderful days. To conclude this post, it is now the morning so have a nice day. So I say to you “Good morning. Oh, and in case I don’t see ya, good afternoon, good evening and goodnight!”
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