Wednesday, January 4, 2006

based on a true story
Mood: Sick to my stomach, loopy
Music: The Fallen - Franz Ferdinand

Allow me to spin you a tale of wonder and magic, dear readers, for the story I am about to unfold will take you on a most enchanting journey.

Once upon a time, a princess named Me went to school. How she hated her first period class! Her teacher, Ms. Bitch, always had the most idiotic, irrelevant assignments for them to do.

Today, Ms. Bitch made them take notes from a drunk driving video that was written to be "hip" and "cool" for the kids - which, of course, meant it had lots of gore and blood. This relieved Me because she, unlike other princesses, thought fake gore was hilarious, brilliant and fun.

Soon the video showed an actual person getting a shot and Me started to panic. Syringes were her worst fear in the world! Me started to lose the feeling in her limbs and she could hear her heart beating in her ears. Soon, all the other noises were fading into a blur as her vision started to tunnel. Me was about to pass out.

In a stroke of boldness and depseration, she stumbled out of class and into the nearest bathroom and nearly fainted. However, the orange juice from the morning had to pay her a visit. That's when five minutes of crying and throwing up was had.

She could hear Ms. Bitch now torturing her classmates in the other room. She took pleasure in doing things like that. She was a dick.

But eventually Ms. Bitch shuffled into the bathroom and shoved Me to the clinic. It was there she was taken away on her flying giraffe named Timmy and into the sunset where she would never have to see Ms. Bitch or the orange juice again.

THE END.
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