Wake Me Up When September Ends

Two things to bitch about tonight. Don’t feel like giving a proper introduction so I’m just gonna jump right in:

The first, not being able to get a job: So I had made arrangements to have a phone interview at 8PM tonight, to be a part-time nanny. This job would be perfect for me since it’s mostly in the evening (meaning I can get Jake to and from school, and still have time for art and whatnot) and it’s working with children, which come on, I’ve pretty much got that down. “But Rainbows, you hate kids!” Yes, okay. I’m not fond of children, but let’s face it, anyone with half a brain can take care of kids because they’re essentially dumb fucks, and since they’re not my kids, they’ll actually listen to me. So, yeah this job would be amazing.

But as always, any time something good comes my way, it’s of course ripped out of my hands and stomped into the ground just like all my other hopes and dreams. I called for the interview, and low and behold, no one answered! I even tried again at 9PM, and still no answer…THE DEEPEST OF SIGHS. I can’t even tell you how disappointing this is.

Do you know, do you even have ANY idea how many job applications I have filled out. Since my birthday (literally, I was filling out job applications ON MY BIRTHDAY), I’ve filled out two apps for Wal-Mart, FOUR for Starbucks, three for Fitness 19, two for some Asian nail salon (I am actually that desperate!) and at least 20 more for other local businesses around here (including both What-A-Burger and Taco Cabana, which if you know me, you’ll know I HATE working with food). NOT ONE MOTHERFUCKING CALL FROM ANYBODY.

Sometimes I wonder why I even get out of bed.

Second topic, Jake and his motherfucking school supplies. This pisses me off!

Before kindergarten began, I bought Jake a plethora of school supplies. Crayons, markers, glue, pencils, etc. On the first day, the teacher apparently “collected” (or I’d say, “stole”) all of his and the rest of the kids’ who brought supplies and placed them in a giant tub to be a “class set”. Right there, I’m pissed off.

I didn’t buy school supplies for his class. I didn’t buy markers for impoverished Sally, and I didn’t buy glue sticks for poor ass Johnny. I bought school supplies for Jake, because HE’S my responsibility. It’s not my job to make sure all the other kids have their shit together. If their parents can’t afford some 50¢ box of crayons, then maybe they should re-evaluate their lives and get some priorities in order. I’m unemployed and yet Jake still has all his shit!

It pisses me off that Jake has homework that requires scissors and glue, yet when I go in his bookbag to find it, I learn that little Susy instead has all his shit. Why should I have to buy stuff not only for his class, but then re-buy everything so he has something to use at home?! I don’t mind the occasional box of tissues for the class, but we’re talking $50 worth of shit that Jake can no longer use because it’s going some other little dipshit.

That’s why I hate kids. I can stand Jake, but just the image of those snot-nose little bastard using his Crayolas makes me want to punch them all right in the face. I already pay taxes that apparently goes towards “education”, but I guess not a dime could be spent on getting the kindergardeners their own damn gluesticks? What a fucking joke.

Ugh, /end rant. I’m going to bed.

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Stay Together For The Kids

Another bitter rant about hating children. Enjoy:

So I overheard my little brother’s TV today just as it had gone to commercial for Kellog’s new, “fiber fun” cereal. Their slogan was literally “Kellog’s: Making fiber fun!”. It actually should be “Kellog’s: Lying to your kids because you’re too much of a pansy asshat to grow a spine and actually being a parent!”.

I’m so fucking sick of all this shit being made “fun”. Eating shouldn’t be fun, it’s eating. You don’t want to eat, you spoiled little brat?! Fucking starve then. Like brushing your teeth nowadays. They got all this “fun” toothpaste and wacky cool hip toothbrushes, and for what?! So your stupid little shit of a kid doesn’t complain about having to do a necessary part of everyday life. It’s bullshit.

When I was younger, I brushed my teeth so they wouldn’t rot the fuck out of my head. I washed my hair so I didn’t smell like shit. I did these things, not because they were so super exciting, but because they needed to be done. Even now, I don’t do laundry so I can go buy crazy soap and make a game out of it. I do it because I like my clothes to be clean. End of the fucking story.

You can’t even fathom how much these kids piss me off sometimes. They expect everything to be entertaining, so much so that they refuse to do simple tasks because they’re “boring” and not thrilling enough. It’d be different if these things didnt need to be done for survival’s sake, but considering some of these little fuckers can’t even stand the thought of taking a piss without the toilet water being fucking purple and poka-dotty, it’s infuriating.

I can’t wait for the future. I can’t wait for all these demanding little assholes to grow up and you can all look at this post and see exactly where it all started to go to hell in a handbasket. And who can you blame?! None other than yourself for being such a spineless bag of dicks and raising your little fuck of a kid to be nothing more than another greedy, spoiled little asshole clone of yourself.

Motherfucker, do I hate you all.

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I Don’t Mean To Be Depressing…

But people on Facebook have once again perplexed me with how retarded they actually are.

So some asshat came up with this idea of changing your profile picture to some random cartoon to “stop child abuse”. The point? I have no idea. Honestly, it’s most likely to just piss me off.

I don’t understand how changing your picture is going to “stop” child abuse. Abusive parents aren’t just going to stumble upon some random social network and have a change of heart about beating their kid. As for “raising awareness”, I think the entire world is pretty well read on the fact that children are abused. It’s not like you don’t hear about it on the news every single day…

This is just like that “Day of Silence” that some stupid sheep participated in last year. What good will not talking do?! If anything, we need someone who’s willing to SPEAK UP and maybe, I don’t know…RAISE AWARENESS?

Nothing will be solved if we all just sit in a box and pretend we’re helping. If you actually gave a damn in the first place, you’d be out there volunteering at children’s shelter, speaking to victims and survivors of abuse, and more importantly, you wouldn’t be pissing me off by being all holier than thou and shoving how much of a fuck you just started to give about something’s that’s been going on since the beginning of time.

Piss off you lying jackasses.

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A is for Apathy

Totally resenting and praising life at the same time tonight!

The bad news:

I HATE MY SCHOOL.

Number one, the counselors are as useful as piece of chewing gum stuck to the bottom of my shoe. I’ve been trying to change my schedule to get out of a few classes for two months now. Every time I even go in to see if someone’s available, they’re at a “meeting” or they’re “busy” with something else. How many meetings do you need to attend to learn how to not help someone? And how can they possibly be busy?! Busy with being lazy, doing nothing, Tweeting, etc? They’ve never once shown any kind of assistance to me other than to tell me to suck it up and get over it.

Like last Friday, the counselor (who finally found it in her oh-so-hectic schedule to spare me ten minutes of her life) told me that she was going to a meeting and would ask about me changing classes. So fine, I walked out of her office feeling satisfied and thought that everything would be worked out. WRONG. I go back to her Monday (she specifically told me to come in that day) and she then goes into her whole “Oh, no, the meeting’s Tuesday! You have the wrong day!” speech and nothing gets done. Okay, so that pissed me off. I know for a fact she told me to come in Monday because I wrote it down the second she told me.

Well, whatever. I thought, alright, no big deal. Fast forward to Tuesday and I’m back at her office again. But wait…the next day is just too convenient! She decides that she’ll just take a day off, no questions asked. No, it’s fine! Because I totally haven’t been stuck in a class I don’t need to be in for three months wasting my time with you being the only hope I have of getting out of it. Why don’t you just take the rest of the grading period off while you’re at it! >:|

I go there Wednesday and she finally decides to show up, but is she helpful in anyway?! OF COURSE NOT! That’d actually be doing her job! She says that the meeting was pushed to Thursday. Oh, that’s just super. Now not only can I not ask you tomorrow, but now I get to wait until Friday! That’s just great. Some people really need to get hit by a bus.

Okay, so speaking of Friday, it’s also where my personal hell (school) gets to come home with me!

I get to take one of these mechanical bastards over the weekend:

It’s RealCare baby and it’s just like a real baby. Oh, goody! Because I totally don’t already have a four-year-old running around the house like a banshee everyday, it’s completely obvious that I need one of these too! It laughs, it cries, it screams; it even pees. What would I possibly do without something so annoying interrupting my Halloween weekend? Fucking terrific.

Well, anywho, how do you like the layout? It’s kind of a Poltergeist meets Underoath kind of theme, so hope you enjoy it and it’s blueness.

ON TO THE GOOD NEWS:

My mom is back from Oklahoma, which I guess could be considered good and/or bad news depending on how you look at it. I’m counting it as good because she brought pictures!


More pictures here.

I’m also super excited because Powerman 5000 is playing here tomorrow! They opened for Flyleaf and Three Days Grace back in May, so I’m completely stoked to see them headlining. They’re kind of a weird band, but if you can get into them they’re actually pretty amazing. Join me, please! I do believe they’re at Emo’s this time, so make sure you come!

Other than that, here’s some pictures from random shows I’ve gone to this month:

VersaEmerge

3OH!3

Okay, I figure this blog is long enough so I’ll stop there. More pictures to come!

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To The Wolves

So I was babysitting these two brats last night (a lot of fun that experience was) and this four-year-old kid was playing around on his computer when he asked me to be his friend on Facebook.

First of all, what in the hell does a toddler need a Facebook for? Is he gonna add Elmo and start a fan page with Dora?! Jesus Christ, what is wrong with parents today (besides the obvious)?! The only person I could possibly imagine your kid being friends with is you, and if you’re that neglectful, you shouldn’t of had them in the first place! I mean, why is it okay to let your kid go on Facebook, but Myspace is “dangerous”? News flash: there’s just as many pedophiles (if not more) on FB than there is on Myspace! It’s not like the creators invested in some kind of anti-criminal shield that MS just didn’t have the cash for. It’s still the internet, and you’re still an idiot.

Secondly, why would I want to be friends with some four-year-old, ADD-ridden pain in the ass anyways? He can barely read; the most he’d do is poke me all damn day and send me stupid quizzes.

Which brings me to my next point: Leave me the fuck alone already! No, I refuse to join any Farmville, Farm City, whatever stupid ass crap you keep sending me. I don’t even do work in real life, why the hell would I want to start online?

And why was the “poke” button even invented? Even if I gave a shit about you being alive, I most certainly don’t want you to fucking touch me to let me know you’re still breathing.

I’m sick of all these random losers adding me too. We sat across the room in chemistry last year and didn’t speak a word to each other. Yet…we’re friends on Facebook? No. You wanna be friends with me, try real life first. It’s even worse when people you don’t like (or people that you would have been struck with AIDS before ever talking to) add you as well. Like, bitch, you stepped on my shoes and skipped me in the lunch line, I don’t think so.

Facebook would be so much better if there weren’t all these stupid people fucking it up for the rest of us. Anyways, it’s 2AM and I have to be up by seven (lucky me :P) so I’ll be going now.

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Duality

I’m so pissed words can’t even begin to explain the rage I feel right now.

First off, I fucking hate my parents. They leave me with their little shit of a kid, who doesn’t even like me half the time, just to go out and party because hey, they have a free babysitter! I’m over this. Today I had to take Jake to his friends’ birthday, and instead of being responsible for their own child, they force him off on me to go “socialize”. What the hell?! I wouldn’t even mind it so bad on the weekends if I didn’t already have to watch him the entire week just so they can work their stupid jobs. Or maybe it’d be better if when they got home from their crummy job, they could at least spare a few bucks for the babysitter?

What’s even worse is that they leave us no money to do anything and expect me to play with the brat the entire time! I mean, there’s only so much you can do with a regular four-year-old, much less one that hates you. Then they get mad if I let him watch TV or play video games even though there’s nothing else to do! And my mother actually wants me to take him outside, which isn’t a problem set aside the 100 degree weather and the fact that the only thing to do is go to some shitty, run-down playground that we have to walk to (because God-forbid it’d be too much to leave the car).

Not to mention that there’s nothing to eat or drink besides some nasty cheery Chrush shit and because they’re too cheap to leave any money or to even order a pizza, we’re stuck without food for how ever long they decide to make us wait. I’m fucking tired of this. They’re 40 years old and have three children; enough with the partying. And no, I’m not being selfish. I don’t mind if they want a couple hours to themselves every once in a while, but not at the expense of myself. I’m your daughter, not your goddamn nanny! Either hire someone else or at least try to accommodate that I have a life of my own and that I’m not Jake’s parent. You are, so it’s time to start acting like it.

20 More Reasons I Hate Children.

As much as I’d hope to have stopped people from breeding with my last blog about hating children, I still haven’t so here’s another go at it:

1. Because of children, my car is now completely filthy. The backseat now smells like rotten poptarts and is covered in dry milk. Want to role down a window? Oh, too bad. The etch-a-sketch blocks the left and the doodle pad the right.

2. They make what should be good-looking people huge. No one wants to tap that!

3. Getting them into a car seat properly is kind of like going into military combat. Wanna try? Take a look at the bite marks up my arm and you’ll reconsider.

4. If doing laundry was a crime, I’d be in for a life sentence. Kids pee on everything. And I do mean EVERYTHING. Themselves, their clothes, their beds, their floors, EVERYTHING.

5. If they’re not peeing, they’re throwing up. Unless picking up pieces of regurgitated food off of your couch every time you want to sit down is your thing, don’t have children.

6. Walking anywhere is more or less going to either turn into a run for the bathroom or a slow drag across the grocery store while they shout bloody murder about Pokemon.

7. If you plan on having children, buy paint thinner. Why? Because after pretending to give two shits about Dora the Explorer for the next six years, you’ll want to thoroughly soak your eyes in it.

8. Chuck E. Cheeses. Need I say more?

9. If children weren’t in my life, my couches would not have holes in them, my walls wouldn’t have crayon on them, and my curtains wouldn’t smell like urine.

10. Because of children, it’s now impossible to get anything semi-enjoyable done until the wee hours of the night. Hence the reason I’m writing this blog at two in morning.

11. My front door walk-in area is filled with so much dirt and sand, it almost resembles beach front property. Very cheap beach front property.

12. Just because talking about feces isn’t my cup of tea.

13. The refrigerator is now home to some of the shittiest artwork I’ve ever seen. What’s worse is that you can never ever get rid of it because it’s “sentimental”.

14. Because children consume so much milk, you should probably start thinking of taking out a second mortgage for a down payment on a dairy farm.

15. Watching two kids fighting should be hilarious, but unfortunately that’s considered “child abuse” and therefore has to be broken up. And let me remind you that you’re responsible for breaking it up and kids have sharp teeth.

16. Adventuring has now been reduced to navigating through Wal-Mart without having a mental breakdown.

17. You’d think going to the park might be fun and relaxing, but those fucking brats even manage to make that an ordeal. Not to mention those damn swings. After listening to an argument about who should get the “big kid” swing, you’re inevitably forced to push them both until you’re ready to stick a fork in your eye.

18. Getting them dressed has the amount of pleasure as getting sodomized by a gorilla would. To get anywhere on time, set your clock back by two hours and pray it’s a good morning.

19. Because kids have to pee constantly and it would kill them to even do that with some pride, always expect there to be urine on the toilet seat and floor. And if they’re nice, they’ll leave a nice turd in the bowl because they’re too lazy to flush.

20. And finally, because if kids didn’t exist, either would this blog and that’d make a lot of people happier.

Still not convinced? Read this!

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I Hate Kids

Reasons to hate children:

  • They’re loud.
  • They’re annoying.
  • They talk too much.
  • They laugh when something’s not funny.
  • They whine and complain about everything.
  • They always want what they can’t have.
  • They don’t do anything.
  • They always expect people to do everything for them.
  • They think everything they do it cute, when in reality it’s not.
  • They smell.
  • They’re stupid.
  • They smile like hobbits.
  • They tattle like little assholes.
  • They think they’re “super cool”.
  • They make up piss-poor jokes.
  • They can’t draw for shit (see this blog for why I hate children’s artwork).
  • They cry too much.
  • They ruin lives.
  • They think they can do whatever they want.
  • Their parents just ignore their annoyance.
  • They cry in movie theaters and restaurants.
  • They can’t do anything of importance.
  • They lie.
  • They steal.
  • They steal and then lie about it.
  • They think they deserve rights.
  • They talk back.
  • They always want to have fun.
  • They think they deserve to have fun.
  • They contribute nothing to society.
  • They listen to bad music.
  • They like Disney.
  • They’re always dirty.
  • They refuse to bathe.
  • They’re nose is always running.
  • They wipe their faces on their shirts.
  • They expect you to change and feed them. Those little shits.
  • They’re gross.
  • They’re violent.
  • They talk casually about their privates when everyone else is trying to be civilized.
  • They can’t dress themselves.
  • They mispronounce everything. It’s “pillow” not “phiillllphh”, you douche.
  • They can’t take being insulted.
  • They have too much time on their hands.
  • They try to act older than they really are.
  • They always want attention.
  • They never pay attention.
  • They interrupt everything.
  • They always want something.
  • They never say “please” or “thank you”.
  • They’re irresponsible.
  • They spill everything.
  • They make people fat.
  • They never listen (did I already say that?)
  • They pee on everything.
  • They have more germs than anyone else on the planet.
  • They like Chuck E. Cheese’s.
  • They ruin furniture.
  • They ruin everything.

And if that’s not enough to convince you…

You’re welcome. 🙂

I Won’t Cross These Streets Until You Hold My Hand

Every single day I just lose more and more hope in humanity. It seems like no one cares about anyone but themselves anymore. It’s so upsetting.

A couple days ago, I was on my way home from school when I saw this little girl just walking down the street all by herself, not an adult in sight. I just have to wonder why. Why is this child, not more than three or four, wandering down this busy neighborhood with no one to look after her? Do I need to spell out all the danger she could be in? Pedophiles, bad drivers, anything! And who would know? Not a soul. She’d be found face down in a ditch on the side of a highway and no one would even know what had happened.

Then today as I was walking home from the store, I see another little girl, probably about six or seven. This child was again riding her bike all alone in the middle of the street, wearing none other than a Hooter’s shirt.

Where are these kids’ parents? How many of our children need to be raped, killed, found dead before we start to realize that things need to change? It’s not fair that we never even give these children a chance.

I’m not even a parent, but having Jake puts more than enough will in me to make this world a better place. I don’t fear for myself anymore, I fear for him. He is the only one I’d ever take a bullet for. No one could be more important in my life than him, no one.

He might be a pain sometimes, but he can just be so sweet. How could I not sacrifice everything of mine for him? Last night I was looking at him, looking into his beautiful, blue eyes and I could have cried. He’s so precious.

The thing is, I have these feelings for a child that’s not even mine. I’d die for him, I would. So it just bemuses me that one’s own parents couldn’t have the same feelings of adulation.

I’m not talking about wealth, I’m not talking about anything of the like, not even the physical aspect of it. I cannot bring myself to accept that people could look into a child’s face and not make that instant emotional connection. For me, I loved my little brother before he was even born. I remember just sitting on the bed with my mother and feeling him. Feeling his heartbeat. Feeling his undeniable love.

I understand that being a parent is a selfless thing, I do. Even being a sibling takes the life out of you. But the bliss is always there. Even when I’m about ready to kill everyone, I can still comprehend the sense of love. I can still see that Jacob is the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be, and that without him, without these miracles, there’d be no point to this life.

So why then? Why do people let these tragedies happen? That will be a question I’ll be asking until the day I die. I get that there are monsters out there, that there are mental disorders that people cannot help, sure. But when people can just toss a helpless infant into the trash and not perceive remorse, that I can’t handle. I will always feign confusion for these children.

Please, God dammit, for the future of our planet, do not have kids unless you are ready to give up absolutely EVERYTHING for the life of your child. Unless you are fully prepared to let go of the life you are living completely, do not even consider giving birth. Also, turn off your Myspace, Facebook, everything. Turn off the TV and RAISE YOUR KIDS. If you don’t ever give them a light at the end of the tunnel, how the hell can you ever expect them to find their way out?! I’m sick of seeing six-year-old’s on the internet, posting pictures of themselves, where they live, etc. I worry about people finding out my real name, and here they are whoring themselves out, not knowing what kind of danger they’re in. It’s ailing.

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Haiti, Hobbits, Friends, Flyleaf, Coaches, Cups, and Stupid Science Olympiad.

Hey all. ‘Sup? I’m just here, being bored (as usual). 😀

I figured this lovely [insert day of the week here (I have no idea)] would be perfect for our lovely complaints, first starting off with none other than the second biggest news story, HAITI! And you’re probably all wondering “Second? What?”. Well, yes, second. And do you want to know why it’s second? It could only be one thing…that thing being? Tiger Woods going to sex rehab! Because what’s more important than Tiger Woods, right? Who doesn’t love a good round of golf? And even better, who doesn’t love a round of golf with a total douche who’s slept with 98% of the female race? Ah, yes.

So, back to Haiti. All the social networking sights (even Youtube! The Google fascists aren’t so bad after all!) are posting links to help. So, I should urge you all to do that. Because you all know how much I worship the internet, and if it’s not Disney-related or completely gey, I listen. 😀 So, yeah. Help a fellow Hansiain and drop some cash on their little island-village.

Moving on, have you noticed an increased rate of hobbits lately? It seems everywhere I look there’s a freakishly tall person and a little midget not far behind. Geez. First we have freakish island-quakes and now increased hobbitry? What has the world come to?

And third: I’m getting fixed over friends (No, you perv). I miss my friends that I left behind so much. I really hope they’re able to visit soon. :C But, really, I’m just aggravated with my friends now. Not aggravated, just sort of…sick of them? I don’t know. I just feel like we’re always talking about the same things, doing the same things, being the same. I just want to hang out with people who are semi-normal for a change. They’re suffocating me. But, it’s not like I want to just leave them completely and be by myself, I just want more of a variety I guess. All the people I hang out with are so alike. It’s like constantly being around the same person, yet they’re in a different body. It’s so annoying. Just stop being weird for 5 minutes! And get your own personalities! I’m tired of being around nut-cases who all think alike. It’s getting old, people.

But fourth, one of my favoritest things ever: FLYLEAF! 😀 They’re making a new video for “Missing”! Already 16 hours in, too! Well, probably more by now, that was just their last update on Facebook. Look at these awesome pictures:

(Pictures here).

Oh, how I love their fake mustaches! And Lacey’s dress is pwnful. Very wicked. James is hot, as always. ^_^ And of course Pat is just as hardcore (if not more) than he always is. All in all, it looks very cool. Sort of like a rock n’ roll Titanic meets Flyleaf. I can’t wait to see the whole thing! It should be up soon. Just be sure to look at Flyleaf Online, Flyleaf Music, and of course their Myspace. And it’s totally not too late (never too late) to join the street team! [Don’t join the fanclub (Passerby Army), it sucks].

Fifth Topic, yeah! (Sing it like the 12 days of Christmas, it sounds cool). xD Anywho, are fifth subject if my stupid ex-soccer coach. My friend, who’s still on the team, hasn’t even been allowed to play for more than 2 minutes in all 5 games! Not 2 minutes per game, 2 minutes in one game. The rest of the time she’s been sitting on the bench, practically begging the coach to let her go in. And what does the coach do? Oh, of course she ignores her and says “Varsity players don’t ask to play”. Well, what do your precious little varsity players do? Ride the bench? That’s real nice, completely. She goes to every practice, comes to every game, even has her parents go to every game, and still she’s not allowed to play! It’s so unfair. And when she asked why she wasn’t playing, the stupid douche told her it was because she’s a freshman. Yeah, that makes total sense. Because three other freshman are playing. Right. And since when has grade determined you soccer ability? God, I swear. That woman is so stupid. She deserves the epic fail of the year award.

And sixth: I hate sippy-cups. First, you have to find all the pieces. The cup, the lid, the rubber ring that goes in the top, and the other piece of rubber that goes in the two holes, so it doesn’t spill out of the other side. Then, you have to assemble them, You have to stick the little rubber ring in the lid, in it’s exact spot, because it you don’t, the cup leaks and gets on everything. Next, you have to put the lid on the cup, and god damn that little ring, because if it’s not perfectly situated, the lid won’t go on right, thus making leaking and spills inevitable. So you get the cup all ready, with the drink inside, and expect the kid to just be happy. Oh, no. They don’t want juice, they want milk. So you have to take everything apart, rinse it, put it all back together, and then give it back. And God forbid you happen to forget one piece of the puzzle and the damn thing tips over, because then you’re left with a huge Grape Juice stain on your new couch. Lovely. Screw you, Gerber.

And seventh and our final complaint: The stupid “Science Olympiad”. Oh, sweet Jesus, have mercy on my soul. This test was the biggest waste of time EVER. After doing at least 10 hours of work for this stupid “competition”, I walked around the school for another half-hour looking for my stupid teacher, who said she’d be there, and finally ran into another teacher who was giving the test, as well. So this new teacher tells us all to go to the lecture hall. We sit their for another half-hour or so, then he finally arrived with the actual test, and we all went inside. Well, I’m just sitting there, and he’s handing out everyone else’s test, but he doesn’t give me mine. So I tell ’em, and apparently, he just totally forgot about my unit completely. He goes to make copies of more tests, and I wait for another hour in the lecture hall. My brother finished his in 10 minutes and left to go be with his friends. I wait another half-hour and the teacher finally comes back. He gives everyone else, except my unit, a test, and leaves again. So, I’m waiting, waiting, waiting for at least another half-hour, and he finally gives me a test! So I start reading it, and realize that the test is so incredibly stupid, that I would have rather lit myself on fire and jumped out of a 10-story window than put my name on it. I had to identify 50 different “unknown” substances from stupid little clues like “Solid white powder”. Okay, great. Except that on my paper, you had the choice between Sugar, Salt, Flour, Baking Soda, and a whole bunch of other random white powders to choose from. So how is anyone supposed to know?! I guessed on all of them, and then moved on to the next section. This section was relatively easy, considering all you had to do was check off some people and choose which one matched the description (My unit was forensics). The only thing that bothered me about that was the names. Stupid crap like “Am I. Gilltie” Or “Robyn U. Blind”. God, teachers so fail at life. >.> So after I finish the stupid hour-long test, I turn it in and finally get to go home. Stupidest, most colossal waste of life, ever. 5 hours and most likely disappointing results to follow. Great.

Anyways, I gotta go do stuff. Woo-hoo for French homework. >.< Do you know that we pretty much get no time to ourselves each day? 24 hours in a day, 10 is spent sleeping (or if you're me, trying to kill your insomnia so you can sleep), 7 is spent at school. That's 17 hours of time that we have no control over. 7 hours left. Minus 2 hours for homework, that's 5. Take off another 2 for stupid after-school functions and you're left with a wopping 3 hours to yourself each day. Congrats.

Much love and hate.
§Rainbows & Skeletons§

PS.: Hinting at something exciting, one of my stalkers is moving tomorrow! Yes, oh, yes! I’m elated. I hope he gets hit by a car! 😀