09-03-02 - 4:34 pm
i want to hit my college success teacher in the face with all my might. shes so fucking annoying. the fact that she is approximently 4 foot 2 inches with hair that stands no less than 2 feet with the most overtly extreme/fake cheerleader ditzy ass 13 year old girl voice, and absolutely no common sense of what the fuck reality or the realm known as the real world is. sitting on a COLLEGE campus mind you, she was absolutely appaled that students were allowed to smoke on campus, that just didn't seem normal AT all. but then to walk into our cooridor and hear music blaring from my laptop, lyrics of which containing the line "hot damn" she was completely thrown back by this. WHAT A POTTY MOUTH, im sure her cobweb infested brain-cavity echoed into her ear drums. she said " thats completely innapropriate for a learning enviroment " (keep in mind, im sitting in the middle of the fucking hall) so i said that her accusations were personal without reguard and it was grounds for termination under the Im Not In Fucking 3rd Grade Anymore act, but she was well on her way down the hall as I mumbled it outloud. Or maybe to myself. Or just thunk it. Whatever.
"My weekend was great. Too much work too many drugs too much drinking and too much sex. " said Margret the "festively plump" girl wearing undoubtingly 10 pounds of makeup to our class this morning. People are so fucking ignorant now that its depressing as all hell.
"If you could come up with a quote to define your life, what would it be? Kyle, how about you?" said Mrs Klutz
"Moneyz, honeyz, and ice, bling bling." said the boy abnormally resembling an ape.
"Very good. Very deep and internal." said the teacher.
*Kyle chuckles*
People make me laugh.
i like to listen to my voice mails.
I'm sick of always hearing
All the sad songs on the radio
All day it is there to remind an over sensitive guy
That he's lost and alone, yeah