UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!
(Beware, long rant below.)
-____-;; Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.
First, let's start off with something freaky.
Last night, at exactly 11:23 PM, my eyes snapped open in rembrance that I
had to wear my black pants today for the band pictures. x_x My black pants
weren't trimmed yet, and if I wore them I wouldn't need to wear shoes. -__-;;
So while I hunted around my room to find them and roll up the bottoms, I suddenly
hear Depeche Mode's "I Feel You" warbling ever so sweetly through the air. Pleased,
I thought I had (FINALLY!) some decent neighbors, so I opened my window to hear
it better.
Usually when the music's coming from outside, it gets louder when you open the
window, right? WRONG! The music was drowned out by the traffic on 84th and
Hosmer, but it's not
that loud. I scratched my head and paused Papa Roach's
"Broken Home." Where the hell was it coming from?
Anyway, I went downstairs to ask my mom if she had seen my black pants. Of
course she hadn't; she never does. I crawl back upstairs. The music stopped.
Oh well; the neighbors went to sleep, right? Wrong! It starts up again as I look for
my lost black pants.
Thinking that too little sleep and too much caffeine had finally gotten to me, I sat
down on the floor near my Honors PNW homework and that stupid glacier homework
for Earth Science. To my horror, Depeche Mode was ululating from my backpack. I
open one of the pouches to discover that my CD player was on.
I don't know how in the hell it got on; the buttons ain't very sensitive at all; you'd have
to have bumped it REALLY hard to get it to play like that. o_o;; All I know is it gave
me the scare of my life. My CD player is haunting me because of all those times I've
accidentally thumped it. o__o;;
*deep breath*
Secondly, I hate my fucking 5th period class. I HATE IT, I HATE IT, I HATE IT!
The other assholes had to finish up that fucking easy test yesterday, but they
spent most of it goofing around like a bunch of dumb monkeys. >_< Not only
that, today they whined at Mr. Williams to have a free day. I turned around and
said (as politely and as pointedly as I could manage without screaming), "We
can't have a free day today. We're already behind the other classes as it
is!"
Well! You'd think they'd agree with me! NOO! They fucking DID NOT! >_< They
started mimicking me, and Robert and Erika and Nikki, the bastard and bitches
they are, starting whispering about how teacher's pet I was like. As if I couldn't
hear them. It almost made me cry.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, who gives a fart in the high wind what idiots like them think
about me, but I hate that they think that I can't hear them. ;_; Man, and it pisses
me off. I want to LEARN, gawddamnit, and I WANT TO BE SUCCESSFUL IN
LIFE, SO GO PULL YOUR SHIT ELSEWHERE, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE BITCHES
AND BASTARD!
AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!!!!
When they're flipping burgers for a living, I'll laugh at them. -___-
I hate people. I understand human nature and I dislike it very much so. I told Amber
the source of my misery was people, and she commiserated with me, but I don't think
she really understood what I meant.
Okay, one more long yell and I'm done.
YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES! YOU WHINE AND BITCH ABOUT YOUR FUCKING
C'S AND D'S AND E'S IN THE FUCKING MATH CLASS, AND YOU DON'T
UNDERSTAND THAT YOU'RE FAILING BECAUSE ALL YOU FUCKING DO IS
WANT TO FUCKING SCREW AROUND LIKE A BUNCH OF IDIOTS AND NOT
ONLY DIM YOUR FUTURE BUT MINE AS WELL BECAUSE I HAVE TO LISTEN
TO THE TEACHER FUCKING YELL YOUR ASSES OUT!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!
>_< I really, really don't like that class. And I especially LOATHE people such
as Robert Chenier, Erika Curry, and Nikki Maritvold. -___- Die, bastard and bitches,
die. I hope you end up vagabonds and prostitutes.
On a lighter note,
this DM page is gonna post "Clean (Tour Backing Tape)" very
soon. ^_^
Argh. I have to play at the basketball game tonight. *rolls over and dies* I hate my
school.
Ahem. Thank you for reading this rant. x___x
