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! 😀

Losers and viruses.

So…To start off, my computer got a virus and it totally sucked. It kept shutting down randomly and then this stupid USB message kept popping up, saying “There has been an error with a USB port! Fix it or the world will end! Ahhh!”. God, freaking stupid low-lives. Who actually sits in their parent’s basement and makes this crap? I mean, really? Get a job, you douche. Get a hobby. Do something that doesn’t involve sitting around annoying the f*** out of people you’ve never even met. And if it was someone I knew, screw you. You have no life and I hope you die alone.

Second, to my stupid coach who had the nerve to kick me off the soccer team: You freaking suck. I was sick. Coming to practice was the last thing on my mind, okay? And calling you, not happening. If I can’t get out of bed to do what I want, I’m most certainly not wasting my time on you. So, whatever. Your loss. Playing for you sucked anyways. I never had fun, and everyone’s so bent out of shape over winning it wasn’t even worth it. Next time, I would just hope you’d keep in mind that it’s a game. We’re not doing this for a living. It’s highschool…so again, your loss. And to the rest of the team, good luck with everything. You’re the one thing that I didn’t completely hate during my half a year playing for evil. Thanks for that, at least. 🙂

§Rainbows & Skeletons§

Note to self: Avoid stupid people, baking, and unintelligible rules.

Ah, yes, here we are now, enjoying another complaint session on this lovely [insert day of the week here]. On our agenda: Baked good, dumb pizza people, and stupid soccer rules!

So, here we go. First off: Omfg. I just made these cookies and WOW they sucked. They tasted like hockey pucks. Dry and just really awful. Ew. I should stop baking. It’s just that I always want dessert and I’m too lazy to walk to Wal-Mart and even if I got a ride there, all I could get from them is some crappy cookies and brownies. Big whoop. So I’m experimenting I guess. Well, whatever I’m doing, I should seriously stop. It’s obvious I suck at it. Hello Seattle.

Second: My dad was working late tonight, my mom can’t cook a decent meal to save her life, and God forbid Nick cooks…*shudders*. So we ordered a pizza from Dominoes, thinking that just maybe their new recipe wouldn’t suck 10-fold but uh…boy, were we wrong. That pizza sucked out loud. First of all, it didn’t even look edible. Honestly, I think the delivery guy dropped it on the ground and ran it over with his car, because it looked crushed and just terrible. Second, the taste was just awful. If two cats threw-up before dying on this pizza, that would only cover half of why it tasted sooo bad. They could throw this piece of trash they call a meal into Africa, and it’d probably start a continent-wide famine. It was horrible…

Third: I was looking at my soccer schedule and I started reading over the packet again and…Wtf? It starts off all sweet and nice then BAM, it gets terrible. “Dear athletes and parents, this season is going to be so wonderful! We’re going to blah, blah, blah but if you don’t show up to practice on time, stop world hunger, save the poor, get the nation free healthcare, love the environment, and save the rainforest, we’re going to lose every game and the entire world will explode and every person alive will become a flesh-eating zombie and fall off a large bridge!” Geez. Harsh much? They’re taking all the fun out of soccer. It’s like the coach has a huge vacuum of evil and is sucking out every particle of enjoyment in the sport. Give me a break. We’re in highschool. Until I get a paycheck for doing this s*** then shove it. I’m not your little pack-mule who’s going to bow down and worship you, okay? You might be my coach, but who died and made you God?! And that whole section about “when your child is in athletics, I’m the coach, God, authority, boss, teacher, and parent, if you have a problem with it, deal with it”. So, you just expect everyone to give up their parental rights? Just because you’re the “boss”? Hon, it sounds like you have some self-esteem issues. If you really need a bunch of teenagers to praise you, I suggest you see a counselor. Oh, and learn to proofread. “Support you kid! Yeah!” I mean, really? At least try to present yourself as an intelligent human being.

Oh, and why not just throw a few more complaints out there?

Fourth: What the hell just happened to everyone’s self-esteem? Did it just get hit by a canon ball of fail or something? Really, guys, wth!? It seems like everyone I freaking talk to anymore is screwed up or some sort of sad. Like, really, I don’t care about your problems. I want to laugh and have fun and everyone around me is all sulky and depressed. Leave me alone if all you want to do is cry to me about your issues. When I start to give a damn about your emotional meltdowns I’ll let you know. Until then, leave me the hell alone. And to all the people that keep telling me about their past problems, would you just shut up? Like I give a flying rainbow about how low you were 5 years ago. Hey, dude, why don’t suck it up and move on with your life? Or better yet, you could’ve just killed yourself like you planned to. I’m sick of people always calling me and being like “Omg! My life sucks! Blaaahhhh”. If you want to whine about how pointless your life is, I’m the wrong person to call.

That brings me to my next point, I wish people would just stop calling me in general. I don’t wish to talk to you, okay? I have a life that doesn’t involve holding a contraption to my ear while you tell me your favorite TV shows in alphabetical order. Call me when you have something to talk about besides how bored you are. They make books for that. Go to a library. It feels like I’m a freaking secretary for my friends or something. One person calls and then a whole wave of calls come over me like a tidal wave or something. LEAVE ME ALONE! I don’t give a frick if you and little Susie broke up or if you’re worried about your SAT scores, k? The only thing I care about is myself, so me being considerate to your tribulations is kind of out of the question. Get over it.

And if you have a problem with my selfishness you can just suck it, too. Why should I care about anything else? Material things suck, people just irritate the living dinosaurs out of me, and I’m the only person who’s not a fruity little poptart trying to live up to “The Man’s” expectations. The whole world is pointless. It’s like a big mistake of color on the whitest canvas ever made. Just a blob that the painter made and tried to make something out of but couldn’t. So, he just left it alone with everything all screwed up and said to hell with it. Now we’re left to make the most of it, and I’m living it up.

I don’t even get the point of striving for anything anymore. We live, we die. It’s inevitable. So be selfish. After all, we’re not worth much in the long run, at least try while you can, right?

What else is there to say? Oh, yes. Did the entire planet’s female population under 20 just decide to have a national Let’s-Get-Pregnant-At-A-Young-Age-Or-Have-Multiple-Children-And-Make-A-Reality-Show-About-It day? Because every TV show I see has been about people with an unnecessary amount of children, or underage losers who think having children when they’re 12 is cool. Is that what’s in, right now? God, people and their trends. What will they think of next? And speaking of bad television, I was watching Ripley’s “Believe It or Don’t, We Still Get Payed” and these people are so retarded. This one guy was trying to kiss a King Cobra. I’m sorry, are you on crack? Why one Earth would there be any reason for you to plant your lips on one of the deadliest animals in the world? Did you lose a bet or something? And this other guy…Oh, he’s just classic. He has such a love for swords that he feels it’s necessary to show off his supreme idiocy by balancing on the sharp side of a sword, while holding two other swords in his mouth. Yes, that’s intelligent. Let’s take two sharp objects that have the potential to kill you, may something go wrong, and have you walk across another life-threatening object just to prove to us that you have the brain of an under-developed 4-year-old. Nice. Who even sponsors these shows? You see, this is why we have so many retards in the hospital.

I guess that’s all I have for now. But mind you, I’ll probably have another rant up tomorrow. 😀

§Rainbows & Skeletons§

“Intelligence is like a river, the deeper it is, the less noise it makes”. – Unknown.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS…And I’m sorry I suck at life?

K, so first…HAPPY HOLIDAYS! Hope you all had a a great Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa or whatever! And now we all get to ring in the new year in style! Oh, yes. 😀

Second, thanks to everyone who participated in the ChriHanuKwanz events! It was fun; we should totally do it next year! Prizes will be mailed out whenever I buy them and feel like going to the post office. xD So I guess you can expect them in the next 6 months. Sound good?

Third, so sorry to all my soccer people! I know I totally suck right now! But I tried to be there, I did! I got sick the day after Christmas (Yes, that’s how incredibly lucky I am) and just today I started feeling better, but I completely forgot about soccer practice! I’ll try to be there tomorrow, I swear. And about the last practice on Friday before winter break, I didn’t come because my grandparent’s were coming for the holidays and I wanted to see them. But I made up for it, because I started figure skating practice that Sunday. I’m in shape, don’t worry too much. And again, SORRY. I’ll be there, I promise!

And that brings me to my next point…Well, sort of. 😛

I got the new FlipVideo camera for Christmas, so now I’m finally able to make more videos! W00t. I’m editing one now, as we speak. Ba-humbug anyone? 🙂

And speaking of technology, since Jake broke my last CD player, I got a new one and it totally sucks! The iPod player feature is cool, but it won’t play CD’s anymore because it’s a piece of crap. >.> It’s really lame, too, because I just bought Owl City’s Ocean Eyes, The Foo Fighters Greatest Hits, We The Kings’ Smile Kid, and Anberlin’s Blueprints for City Friendships and now I can’t play them. :[ Buuummmmeeerrr.

I think Nick and I are going to go to the mall later and I’ll get another one there. He needs Adidas socks or something there, so hopefully my dad will take us or let him drive there. God, I suck at driving, did you know that? Like, the first time I was being taught to drive, I almost hit a Jewish Church, a red truck, and Burger King. Seriously, not cool. But so extreme and hardcore at the same time? Yeah, pretty much. xD

I’m listening to the Foo Fighters now on my crappy computer speakers. 😛 It sounds so distorted and lame, but the Foo’s still rock. “Times Like These” is on. I don’t really care for this song, but whatever. I think my favorite song would have to be “My Hero” or “Best of You”. I love Paramore’s version of “My Hero”, though. It’s all acoustic and whatnot. It’s pwnful, I tell you, pwnful.

Well, I know this whole blog was random and irrelevant to everything in life, but I’m not the one who just wasted 5 minutes reading it, am I? So, yeah. Sucks for you.

Bye-bye, nao. I’m going to do stuff. ^_^

§Rainbows & Skeletons§

Time for surrender…and soccer.

“…We spread our open hands, and He is rising up, repairing all that’s broken. Look at the healing come! Spread out your open hands, admit you’ve held them shut, be swept away by this”

I could listen to that song forever! Kudos to Flyleaf. 😀

This week has been crazy. Our first soccer practice of the season was Monday and I come home tired like everyday. I’m glad though, because we’re finally playing, not just sitting around waiting for the “magic” of the game to hit us. But what’s bad is that it’s freezing outside. Every time practice ends, I just want to run into the locker room and buy a heater! xD Oh, and yes, that would explain why I’m online a lot less than usual. I get home at 6 every night and just feel like collapsing. So yeah, sorry about that! “/

Anywho, I’m bored, so I figured I’d rant about something stupid for the next half-hour and see where it gets me. w00t.

First things first: TV sucks. There is never any good show on, and if there is, it’s a repeat that I’ve seen five million times. So while I’m trying to avoid all the sucky videos that just have to be on every music television station ever, I’m flipping through channels trying to find something decent that isn’t on a 2-hour commercial break. I swear, all channels are on a timer so they all go to commercial at the same time, making it literally impossible to avoid them. And every commercial on today is annoying as hell. “Oh my God, I’m Flo and I work for Progressive! How may I annoy the living f*** out of you today?” or “Education Connection! Are you too lazy to get up and go to school to support yourself? Then call now or we’ll break out into random song and dance and make you want to kill yourself!” My God, shut up! Whoever invented to Mute button should be given an award.

Second on our list: Why the hell are people dyeing their hair black all of a sudden? Did I miss something? It seems like my entire school just all dyed their hair black over night. I must have not gotten the memo, because I certainly didn’t just feel the urge to emo-up my hair to please a bunch of losers. Lame, okay? Lame. I seriously have to start meeting some more normal people.

And that brings us to our final topic: Stalkers. I have 2 of them and they’re getting on my last f’ing nerve. First, this creepy guy, Matt, just starts randomly following me and I just hate him! He’s so annoying because he always wants me to hug him and I don’t want to! He smells bad, and I have feelings for another person. He keeps following me to everyone of my classes and tries to sit by me at lunch. I keep telling him I’m not interested and that he should find someone else, but he just can’t take a hint. I’ve even had my friends tell him off, and he still doesn’t get it! LEAVE ME ALONE! My second stalker is even worse because he’s in my French class and every time I look over at him, he’s making heart symbols and blowing kisses toward me, and I just want him to die! Not to mention that every time he sees me, he runs over, grabs me, and shouts “love me!” and the top of his lungs. Ugh! They make me want to to punch a baby!

I survived a whole 6 weeks of school.

My God. I must be some sort of awesome, because I survived a whole 6 weeks of school without: killing someone, killing myself, dying in general, getting arrested, getting sick, OR having furbys attack my head with nuclear arms. Woooo!

But not woo. Because, I still hate school with a fiery passion that burns with the intensity of a thousand suns. Sooooo, I give you my six-week breakdown of all my classes.

Here we go:

Geography: I still hate this douche bag teacher. He erases my answers on tests and puts in the wrong one, just to fail me! Not to mention all the work he just happens to “loose” (AKA throw away and give me a 0 on). And, I even did extra credit to make my grade better, and he said he wouldn’t accept it because I spelled like 2 words wrong! I’m not making this stuff up. He has this big conspiracy against me (Paramore rules =D) and he’ll do whatever it takes to fail me.

Math: This class is so easy, and I still hate it! The people next to me refuse to do any work, they mock the teacher, and yell across the room like banshees, and yet they wonder why they’re failing. Like, Jesus. Is it not obvious?

English: This class is ridiculous. Every day, we’re forced to work on gey crap about grammar or “tone words”, just because this chick is too lazy to actually do anything else besides sit there. And, she makes us do like 3 projects a week, and hardly any of them have anything to do with English. Like, now, we’re working on some project about vikings! Wtf does that have to do with anything? >_< Biology: Needless to say, I hate this class, too. All we do is sit around and read about the elements on the gey periodic table. First off, when the hell are you ever going to use the periodic table in life? Like anyone really cares about how many atoms are in a freaking cell! And second, no one in their right mind is ever going to memorize the entire table. It’s just not humanly possible. So, what exactly is the point of reading it a 100 times a day? Oh wait, there isn’t one! >_>

Photojournalism: I’ve already told you, we don’t do anything in this class. The teacher is so gung-ho about finishing her yearbook that she’s decided that no one in her class is going to receive an education. Whatever.

French: Still love this class. Miles, Katy Perry, Daylon and I are always running around and causing chaos. The teacher hates us, but that’s okay, because we’re awesome and she’s lame. =P Sucks to be her.

Soccer: I hate this class. We’re still NOT playing soccer and now the stupid coach is bugging me about joining cross country. My God. I’m not waking up at 4 in the morning, just so I can run for 3 hours. It’s not happening. And on top of that, my team treats me like dirt for not wanting to run at the crack of dawn. This one chick told me off yesterday because I refused to join. She was like “Well, oh my God! I can’t believe you’re not joining! You’re going to ruin everything and the world’s going to blow up and everyone’s going to die!”. Just shut up, already. I’m not joining, and that’s the end of that. Plus, they need me to make a team. There has to be at least 16 people on the team, and so far there’s only 9 or 10. If I leave, they’re short another player, and with the way they act, I might quit soon. I don’t have to be part of their team. I could be inside, in the air conditioning, sitting in some bird-course, enjoying myself. But, no. I’m outside, sweating my ass off for some team that doesn’t even appreciate my efforts. Real nice.

Behind on the times.

So, today is Thursday. Did you know that?

Gosh, I’m thinking it’s Tuesday, and here it is, 2 days later. I have problems. Not to mention my sleep schedule. Yesterday, I went to sleep at 7:04AM and got up at 4:03PM. It’s already past 2AM, now. It’s probably going to be 3, by the time I finish writing this…

Anyways, sense my last two blogs were about Youtube and Flyleaf, I’ve decided that it is, yet again, complaint time. Now, really, I don’t have much to complain about off the top of my head, but I’m sure something will hit me.

Let’s see…Ah! The hatred for school, that’s perfect.

Well, I am definitely not looking forward to another year of being locked up in a prison-like building, with a bunch of people that I despise. Yes, let’s just put a bunch of people, who may or may not like each other, together, and hope for the best. What a brilliant idea. Not to mention the stupid teachers walking around acting like they’re top boss and everyone else is just a feeble little bug below them. “ONGZ! PDA’Z!!!! YOU’RE TARDYZ!!!!” Yeah, just what I want to hear. Oh, and how can we possibly forget all the pointless work we’ll be doing, during our 7 hours of torture? “WHAT IS THE TRIPLE X OF Y AND THE DOUBLE X OF Z, 5, 11, AND Q??? OH, NO! THAT’S WRONG! YOU FAIL AT LIFE AND EVERYTHING!”. Great. 6AM and hating my life, here I come! And that stupid “Back To School” crap on Myspace is just making it worse. Every single day, those conformist rejects keep posting about how everyone and their grandma can go back to school in stupid shoes that High School Musical posers are advertising. “OMG! Vanessa Anne Gayens said wear these shoes, so I bought a million pairs, just to fit in with everyone else! I am SOOOO orginal!”. God, I HATE school.

All the art and music classes are cut, too. Apparently, football just HAD to get new uniforms for the hundredth time. After all, if you’re not a football player/cheerleader you’re a worthless loser, who should obviously just give up on life, fall off a bridge, and die. What would we do if we didn’t get new jerseys, so the team could at least LOOK good as they lose? Soccer’s funding got cut in HALF. HALF. Now, not only can we NOT get new jerseys, we can’t get goals or new soccer balls. How is that even relatively fair???

GAWD. And all the paper that gets wasted, too! Imagine it. I mean, I couldn’t care less about the environment, but seriously. If you put every single word in the English language on a piece of paper (like, one word per paper), that’s about how much paper we use every day. Not only do you have to write the notes, you have to perfect them, write them over because Ms.Epic-Teacher doesn’t approve, perfect them again, and write them once more, just to be sure. That’s FIVE pieces of paper, just for ONE set of notes. Talk about killing the world. And then, Mr.Science-Is-Epic actually has the nerve to preach about how WE’RE killing the environment. Oh, yeah. That’s real nice, when you’re the one driving a hummer, Mr.20-Miles-To-The-Gallon-Let’s-Kill-The-Ozone-Layer-And-Die!

Well, I’m going to go suck up the rest of my summer “vacation”, before someone gives me detention. Bye.

PS: It’s 3:05AM.