I’m sorry (not really), but I need to go into rant mode:
This certain teacher of mine (we’ll call him Mr. Douche Bag) is being a petty little bitch. I’m three seconds late to his class and he has to start PMS-ing like I’d just slapped him. I mean, really?!
Perhaps it’d be different if I didn’t have to cross the entire campus with everyone and their grandma stuffed into your fucking tiny ass hallways, but noooo. That doesn’t make a difference because I’m Mr. Douche Bag and you were threeee whoooollllleeee seconds late! Holy God, call the police!
I’m so sick of all this shit. I’ve been there less than three weeks and I’m already being persecuted to the fullest degree. Have I learned anything? No. I’ve only been (yet again) reassured that people are still the same asinine, little fucking rapists that they were the year before.
First off, I don’t give two shits about your fucking class. It’s boring as sin and the only way I’ll ever incorporate it into my life is if I needed a reason to kill myself.
Second, I could think of soooo many things that would be five million times better than listening to this ass spew out a bunch of garbage numbers. He’s so brilliant that he even invented a fancy way to add numbers called “dimensional analysis”. It was probably thought of when he was trying to analyze his personality to determine the dimensions of his asshole-etry and he just happened to stumble on a new way to express his bigotry to his students.
God, I hate going to school. I keep telling myself it’s just a couple more years, but then there’s always that voice going off in my head screaming ANOTHER YEAR! ANOTHER YEAR HERE, STUCK WITH ALL THESE MORONS! GET OUT! SAVE YOURSELF! GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT! And you know, that voice usually cancels out that little peasant sounding one in the back. I can’t be here for another year. Hell, I’m about to lose it in three weeks!
This is why I’m so hoping my album does well. Release an album, get famous, make lots of money, have successful career, no more school! This translates to you as buy my album = help me get out of school. It’s simple really.
Speaking of albumness and whatnot, Weezer’s “Hurley” came out today. Haven’t heard it yet, but Weezer’s never been one to disappoint. And Hot Topic said something about having a sale on it or something? I don’t know; it was on Facebook…
Anywho, I’m gonna go update the do-my-homework blog. If you finish my HW and get me at least an 80, you get $5! See, I don’t have a lousy work ethic, I just know what I don’t want to do. And I also have enough money to make other people do it for me!
And while we’re on the subject of money and what have you, I might be getting a job at my little brother’s pre-school! They’re looking for substitutes and all you have to do is pass a background check and take a few children-oriented classes (thanks, child developement!) and presto, I’m a teacher! It’s so easy; no wonder our school’s filled with morons. ;P
Okay, I’m going now…Have wonderful whatever’s and I’ll return when I feel like it.
§Rainbows & Skeletons§
PS.: Apocalyptica’s Seventh Symphony has been rockin’ my iPod since last Friday. It’s super amazing, I’m especially in love with “Not Strong Enough”, “Through Paris In A Sports Car”, and of course *points at blog title*, “Broken Pieces”. Lacey sounds wonderful in it!
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