I actually said that today to one of the tadpoles. A tadpole whose cousin is an a-hole. More progress, more swearing. Seriously, if I had a nickel for everytime I said "Fuck" today, I wouldn't have to work 3C. I would own my high school because I would have so many nickels and I'm sure this will payd off in the long run, right?
Also, it was my dream to get a freshman best friend (Electric Bugaloo) and a freshman enemy (success! there's two: Michel and The Stache.) I also walked away with a sophomore enemy (Staff Infection) and Kevin the Red has been upgraded (downgraded?) to frenemy status. Normally, I wouldn't shit on someone I didn't know (unless your name is Kelly Anne and your interests include "hookin' up"), but I mean, seriously Michel and The Stache? Really? Like it's only your second day of high school and you are so far behind you might as well just quit now. And they aren't even friends with each other so they can't even rely on each other's patheticism. Cut the shit and I don't like sass, The Stache. Also, razors are neither expensive nor hard to use. You look ridiculous. Your parents must hate you. And Michel, just from looking at you I can tell you are an only child and both of your parents have always worked in the city and they probably don't speak to you much because they just don't want to answer your questions about what they're jobs are like because they're too angry because they never see each other and the counseling only made matters worse and you are their son and they're stuck with you and your never directly looking at anything EVER and seriously, you didn't realize there were no girls? I probably won't speak to you ever again just to avoid hurting myself.
Reason why Electric Bugaloo is my new best friend: He and his friends video tape themselves break dancing and then post them on Youtube under "partyboysproductions." That is, when he isn't to busy with karate or drumming. How could I not?
Today was not as bad as yesterday, thank God. Mostly because of a game of war and then bullshit. And fuck you Staff Infection, Electric Bugaloo was totally in the end zone already.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Strike First, Strike Hard, No Mercy, Sir! Part the Second
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