4:42 p.m

I've come to a conclusion.....*clears throat*.....PEOPLE SUCK.

Well, no, not all people....just people who tell ME to be quiet. Like this asshole in my history class...it's not MY fault you're too fucking stupid to finish a test in ONE period...and it wasn't like I was talking REALLY loudly, I was just whispering with SC...besides, I'm always quiet, I'm a quiet person, whereas shit-faced losers like you spend most of your time screaming like fucking banshees....so, Mr. I-Can't-Write-A-History-Test-In-One-Sitting, FUCK YOU.

Yeah, I'm super crabby right now...mostly because of this stupid presentation I have to make tomorrow about stupid Quills...My ideal presentation would be: 'the Marquis de Sade was a pervert, the Hollywood people bastardized his story and softened it down so it could be widely released...the end.' But nooooooo...I have to go into historical accuracy. School blows goats.

AND I still have to read my ISP book AND I have to find a way to get down to see M's show tomorrow AND I still have to buy a freaking birthday present for LT (What the hell am I going to buy an eight-year old who's spoiled rotten? I dunno...I'll get her a book or something) AND I still have a shit load of school work to do 'cause it's grade fucking twelve and people are all like 'University is next year! You need to be responsible! You need to act like everybody's golden prodigy! You should always be perfectly groomed and your flatulence should smell like peach ice cream! (This last one makes no sense, but who cares!'

Yeah. Super crabby.

Bottled-furiously yours,

X

I will post more later.