(My entries are never about good things anymore.)
Why am I angry all the time, you guys? This stopped being something funny to look back on, now I'm actually worried about my own self control.
As some people may or may not know, I dropped theater for a multitude of reasons (1) the woman who teaches is one of the worst people I know period. (2) the people in the class and the whole department drive me up a wall. (3) we never do anything interesting/fun/remotely useful. (4) etc.
I'm going to expound upon #3 right now, I've been out of the class for...two months? and now they're reading and performing some of The Importance of Being Ernest. FFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUU--
That's one of my all time favorite non Shakespeare plays ever! I can't even express my anger over that; I spend 80% of my high school years in that crappy department, we do nothing that I find useful or even fun and the second I leave, oh ho ho ho, the MINUTE I'm out the door we whip around and do some Oscar Fucking Wilde!!! I feel gyped X 1,000,000!!!
Possibly the most painful thing is that I have to hear about how everyone else in the class loves the play. They keep telling me, I know it's great, that's why I'm so mad and jealous and MAD at the department somehow. They're not being malicious about it though, which I appreciate.
Except, oh there's always an exception, EXCEPT Aidan. Now, my relationship with Aidan is quite similar to that as Alex, except I don't like him nearly as much. We're in German today and I'm talking to Lindsey, who says this is now her new favorite play, then Aidan comes in and they talk for a little while, then he starts basically rubbing my face in the fact that I'm not in the class anymore and thus don't get to read the play with them and do stuff. Then he laughs at me and just keeps talking. We usually insult and laugh at each other for fun all the time (I do it with all my friends) but now it's really making me angry. I tell him to shut it, repeatedly because I'm going to punch him in the face if he keeps going because I'm slowly losing my self control. I'm sitting there gripping the corner of my desk until my knuckles are white because I don't want to punch him, but he's being SUCH a prick and asking for it. Class starts and I don't talk to him because I'm still pissed. He sits there the whole time making a tower out of his water bottle and pens and pencil and I push it over every time because I'm really pissed at him. I leave class with the resolve that I'm not talking to him anymore because he's been such an ass for the whole time I've known him and it used to be fun to be jerks to each other but now it's not.
I show up to study hall and I swear I'm going to punch someone and cry. Alex played some Flapjack on his Droid for me so I felt better; all his negative karma from the past few days has been shifted onto Aidan in my eyes. Spent the rest of the day feeling more or less crappy and depressed.
Midterms are next week...not really looking forward to those. I need to type my Latin story.
As some people may or may not know, I dropped theater for a multitude of reasons (1) the woman who teaches is one of the worst people I know period. (2) the people in the class and the whole department drive me up a wall. (3) we never do anything interesting/fun/remotely useful. (4) etc.
I'm going to expound upon #3 right now, I've been out of the class for...two months? and now they're reading and performing some of The Importance of Being Ernest. FFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUU--
That's one of my all time favorite non Shakespeare plays ever! I can't even express my anger over that; I spend 80% of my high school years in that crappy department, we do nothing that I find useful or even fun and the second I leave, oh ho ho ho, the MINUTE I'm out the door we whip around and do some Oscar Fucking Wilde!!! I feel gyped X 1,000,000!!!
Possibly the most painful thing is that I have to hear about how everyone else in the class loves the play. They keep telling me, I know it's great, that's why I'm so mad and jealous and MAD at the department somehow. They're not being malicious about it though, which I appreciate.
Except, oh there's always an exception, EXCEPT Aidan. Now, my relationship with Aidan is quite similar to that as Alex, except I don't like him nearly as much. We're in German today and I'm talking to Lindsey, who says this is now her new favorite play, then Aidan comes in and they talk for a little while, then he starts basically rubbing my face in the fact that I'm not in the class anymore and thus don't get to read the play with them and do stuff. Then he laughs at me and just keeps talking. We usually insult and laugh at each other for fun all the time (I do it with all my friends) but now it's really making me angry. I tell him to shut it, repeatedly because I'm going to punch him in the face if he keeps going because I'm slowly losing my self control. I'm sitting there gripping the corner of my desk until my knuckles are white because I don't want to punch him, but he's being SUCH a prick and asking for it. Class starts and I don't talk to him because I'm still pissed. He sits there the whole time making a tower out of his water bottle and pens and pencil and I push it over every time because I'm really pissed at him. I leave class with the resolve that I'm not talking to him anymore because he's been such an ass for the whole time I've known him and it used to be fun to be jerks to each other but now it's not.
I show up to study hall and I swear I'm going to punch someone and cry. Alex played some Flapjack on his Droid for me so I felt better; all his negative karma from the past few days has been shifted onto Aidan in my eyes. Spent the rest of the day feeling more or less crappy and depressed.
Midterms are next week...not really looking forward to those. I need to type my Latin story.