Well...first post on here. YAY!
Anyways, today was the first day of school of the second semester. A shitty semester at that. Heres how it went.
First period- P.E
God..horrible. I hate P.E enough, but it sucks a** when you have a gender confused P.E teacher who looks like a man, yet doesn't have any balls who enjoys torturing her students with 3 page essays on why sports is good. You also get to find out about something called conditioning..wonderful. Since when did a cleaning product become some sort of sport?
Second Period- Algebra I Part 2
Not a bad class considering I sit behind a kick-a** friend, but I got stuck with a pink pencil and a crossword puzzle. This is algebra, tell me WHY are we doing ******** cross-word puzzles? Jebus, I guess math expectations have really dropped because of a high rate of arrogant pot smokers who have nothing to do after school but smoke and hump some pre-teen chick next door whose name is currently unknown.
Lunch
Shitty beans and hot dogs, what could be grander than cafeteria food? I had fun during lunch though, for I randomly poked people and talked to my backpack. I swear that b***h needs to die, talking crap to me like that! :: Shakes fist::
Third Period- Physical Science
When I first heard the class name, I swear we were going to be talking about the body. You know, "physical" s**t. Turns out we made paper airplanes and wrote a step-by-step instruction guide on how we turned this paper into a pathetic piece of s**t. Mine went 4 squares, YAY! Tommorow we have to make -another- paper airplane. God, human standards have come seriously down. I was also talked s**t to by a S.T.A.R( Boot Camp) kid, god, people think they are funny when they try to boss the nerdy loner --;. I have this to say. Shut the ******** up, sit down, obey orders, give me a good book, and leave me the hell alone and go on with your pathetic few hours you have away from Big Bertha, your favorite log.
Fourth Period- Economics Experience
First class i've ever wanted to sleep through -ever-. Our teacher is a perverted walking contradiction. He talks in big words ( Permisquous, pertain, chronological, vain, industrial, you know, words pot smokers have no idea) that noone in the class except for me ( God, I love being one of the most nerdiest kids in school) and possibly a hidden person know. He doesn't explain throughly what the gigantic words mean, expecting us to be smart, which is good, yet when it comes time to do a "book preview"( Some wierd s**t thing where you answer the simpliest questions like, who is the author, how many pages are there, what is the books name) and then says "If anyone needs any help, ask me, and if you don't know the books title, come ask me." For gods sake people, the name of the book is on the front of the book. READ PEOPLE. And seriously...8 kids went up to ask him that question. (There is 15 in the class, including me). The world is a sad place. On top of that, ask I was walking out, the teacher was eyeing my breasts. Well I have little to say to you Mr. Baker. You are a sad, pathetic, pre-ejaculating ***** who has nothing better to do then stare at breasts of your students.
NOW on to todays random rants.
My friend TeH PaNdA gave me a site about a man who goe's by Maddox's random rants about how he is better than everyone else. Hilarious, I quite enjoyed how he just shits on everything, and makes you realize "Hey! There's someone who thinks like me, yet has the testicular fordatude to actually state his feelings in amusing articles." Me, i'm the quiet type. I prefer to keep to myself and watch the ants of society continue to enjoy their lives in ignorant bliss...until they die or get STD's, that is. Plus, the guy loves ben Stiller, excellent plus in a person. My favorite article of his is "I am better than your kids." I just love how he shits on childrens dinky pictures that they create in order to feel accepted in this world by a parent who finds a stick man cute. Wow parents, your kid can draw a few lines, great! Now, if I were to ever have a kid, my kid would calculate bininary code in accurate forms on a paper as a christmas gift for me. Or possibly totally reprogram all the holes in Windows for me. Wonderful. This article has made me learn something new. There actually is a presinct in the Fire Department that specializes in treating hair fires, hell, the firetruck is even a running piece of hair. Brilliant. Heres his comment on that photo.
Ding Ding! Here comes the s**t-mobile. I've never seen a fire truck that needed to be shaved. I would rather be burned to death than be saved by this hairy piece of s**t.
I also learned that the average age for drug addicts has skyrocketed down to 6 years old. The world is going to burn. Heres his comment on the crack addict photo.
Holy s**t, I almost had a seizure when I saw this one. Three words: too many colors. Also, eggs aren't supposed to have ears, dipshit.
As I said, the world is going to die by a nuclear holocaust that Bush himself sets up. On another note, I never knew rednecks called deoderant "Perfume for your armpits". I also never knew that Ben Franklin skateboarded. Wow, playing THUG 2 has taught me some history. Also, how do you draw boobs on a etch a sketch? They would be damn lumpy.
Anyway, on the way from school, my moms redneck boyfriend got into some conversation on how he knew a woman whose titties could fill a whole bedtruck, and make a great white whale jealous. Damn, and I thought being chunky was horrible. :: shudder::
Now, I must be off, I need to eat sherbert, read Maddox, rape Panda, then go to sleep.
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