Thursday, October 2, 2008

A fire. You should consider dying in one.

I'm so sick of this class. You NO longer make art enjoyable. You pile five or six projects a day on us and expect us to finish them in a week. Are you stupid? You're just a heroin reject who is so wound tight because you know your job is in danger.

But, don't take that shit out on me, you dick. I don't do anything to you. Sure, maybe the second week I said something because you pissed me off and I just couldn't hold my tongue, but I've tried to be nice to you. I've tried to make amends. But, no. You don't want that. You are the scum on the bottom of my shoe. Stop fucking with me. I haven't done anything to your mentally retarded happy ass and yet you insist on picking on me, on singling me out. Stop it!! I just want this semester to get over it so I can get out. AND I HAVE TO TAKE AS MANY ART CLASSES AS POSSIBLE AND I'M STUCK WITH YOU. I don't see why you insist on being a douche to me. I try to be nice. Seriously. And what you did today?

Say something to be again and I'll tell you to your face that you are a dick hole who SHOULD considering dying in a fire. And if not a fire, you should get anally raped by some large man and then your head bashed into the brick wall.

You single handily ruined my great mood. You ruined my passive-aggressive attitude. I don't hate people, it's not in my nature. I don't wish death on people, it's bad karma and could come back to get me in the long run. Way to go.

Leave me alone. Or else I'll report your happy ass for student-teacher harassment. And guess what? I'm going to turn in my drawing book. You fuckwit.

/rant

In other news, I'm in this roleplay as Mrs. Lovett from Sweeney Todd and I'm not entirely sure if I can post on other threads. I'm not entirely sure if I want to since there's a freaking Lucy now. I could really go without a Lucy.

Ugh.

It's been a bad week.

Feeling: Pissed off.
Tunes: The radio.
Drinking: Nothing.
Eating: Nothing.
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