It is proven to me over and over again that females are untrustworthy creatures…
Even when they are young, they are still corrupt.
Should I get my septum before the business tradeshow I’m representing my school at just to piss of the goodie goodies, or wait to show respect for the school?
10 seconds away from climbing over the cubicle wall and telling them to shut the fuck up otherwise I’ll sew their fucking mouths shut. And Gods am I a good seamstress.
Now I’m a violent, stoic introvert who scares people.
Sounds accurate, right?
Let’s ignore that I’m a pacifist.
I don’t believe in physical fighting, unless it’s in aim to protect a loved one.
I don’t believe in talking to or contacting people I don’t get along with, hence avoiding dramatics.
I believe in verbal fighting. I believe in the power of intelligence. I believe in proving someone wrong with words.
I don’t need to hurt someone in order to prove a point.
The majority of people at school are going bell-ringing today at 10:30-the end of school, and my adviser is going with them.
Goals for the Day:
Create my new blog for dreams/trips. (Ask for the URL, I won’t post it.)
Design the new blog.
Write the first few entries.
Post post post on tumblr all day.
Organize car music.
I was talking about religion with the 12 year old I go to school with. He is still at the age where religion is one of the most important things in life.
He wrote me this note…
There is never enough time to sleep.
Not enough hours to recharge old batteries.
Right now I have no motivation. Like most days.
But things must get done.
Today is my first day of open campus lunch and what do I do?
I put $30 in my gas tank and go home, to sit in front of the computer.
I could’ve just headed back to school and done the exact same thing.
This is what happens when you have no friends your age.
No one to leave campus with.
Can’t even have a cigarette since the kiddies might smell it on me, or one of the teachers.
This is boring…
What did I spent the last hour doing? Convincing the 12 year old that sits next to me and that I talk to all the time that he should eat a crayon.
Why? Because it’s part of childhood and a right of passage. (And for funnsies.)
Did he do it? Yes, yes he did.
Totally worth the time I wasted.
Time to get to work.
No open campus lunch for me if I don’t finish my project by Friday morning.
Even though I already have enough credits to have open campus, my advisory put the condition that I have to finish my Feline project before the 7th, otherwise no open campus. And then he would put another Advisory Led project on top of the Feline one.
How does that make sense? You’re already behind so we are going to give you another project that will push you even farther back. Yay for support!
Once I have the Feline project done though, I will finish my French Revolution project, which by now just needs to be put together in a power point. Chemistry will be finished on the 23rd(?) along with 6 Traits of Writing, which isn’t advanced enough.
First day of school.
I was placed in the same advisory I was in last year, and I was lucky enough to get the same cubicle.
Everything is basically set up accept for things I have to do with my laptop.
I am happily surrounded by young boy nerds. One gave me an oreo, and my pictures I put up seem to interest them
At least the fox with the gun and cigar does.
Hopefully things continue on smoothly.
Only downfall is that the whore I didn’t want in my advisory is here.
And I am not at the right amount of credits yet to be able to have open campus lunch.
Sometimes I really don’t understand the kids here.
The hick guy that made/makes fun of me just came over to my desk and asked me to sign his Autograph-thing.
It makes no sense.
He smiled at me.
What’s going on.
You aren’t my adviser, or his sub, so get away from me and my cubicle.
There are 7 minutes left in math- do you really think I’m going to get anything done if I pull up the program?
4 minutes left.
You should listen when I tell you something. Like, that I just got done with French class and that there is no time for me to do even a problem.
Not your student.