Yep, so I was forced back into a life of servitude and being chained to a chair again today. No, I am not talking about my weekend job at an S&M parlor, I am talking about school. The bane of my existance that will only be said bane for another 1o days, but in those 10 days my wardens (aka teachers) have decided to cram as much inour faces as they can. Add to that one drama exam partner who can't act for shit, 4 shots of expensive tequila, shake- don't stir- it, and you have a cocktail which would make even the Pope an alcoholic. Actually, I don't know of that is true, I think all priests should be alcoholics. Then they can claim that divine intervention has made them see the errors of their ways and then they can become a Saint. I wanna be a Saint. Mr. Kerr says that in order to become a saint you have to perform 3 miracles.

Here are the three I will attempt:

1) Go without cursing or making any lewd or obscene gestures for a day...no...an hour.. that I can do.

2) Make Creme Brulee

3) Have people over to my house as I now have the time to do so

Why am I doing this again? Oh yeah, so I can become a Saint. Last time I checked I was an atheist. Well hell, if I become a Saint, than I can say "Ha ha ha, you stupid church people, I am a Saint, put that in your holy basin (tm) and smoke it!"

Or something to that effect...

Yeah, so Mr. Martin being the fucktard of a math teacher that he is decided to inform us of how we did on the last unit test- one that involved trig functions, identities, and ferris wheel/tide questions. He said "Your guys' performance on this test made the sinking of the Titanic look like a rubber dinghy that sprang a leak."

Fuck.


But then...

"There was only one person in this class who did well, and she was away for a while, but she asked questions and did well."

Please dear Neil Gaiman (My god for the day, co-god-ing with Yellow Monkey) let that be me. I was the one who missed 8/10 days of school, so please let it be me!

And then he says "I'll hand the tests back tomorrow."

Thanks a whole fuckin' heap man, some people are going to go home tonight and die cux of their complete and utter failure, and you won't even let them see their tests!

I said good-bye to my lovely therapist today. Our last little chat was interesting, as she was filling out my receipt she said "I hope this weather fuckin ends soon. whoops, sorry!"

To which I said, "I am so sick of this fuckin' weather too."

And then our conversation became a throw about of random "Fuck"s and "damn"s and various other rude things.

I went to Arcana during my science period (the project took 5 minutes) and read the summary which tells the rest of the plot. It was interesting, but honestly not as good as I thought it would be.

In case ya haven't read it, I knew who Holden really was- I thought it was obvious...

Now I am gonna go read "When you were mine". I am in a mood.

TOMORROW IS LAST DAY OF WORK!!!!!!!!!!