Saturday, September 15, 2007

   ddjdtyd
I'm so mad right now. This is seriously a vent post, it can be ignored. I'll keep my language as clean as possible.

I hate ******* Fridays! I hate Astronomy. I hate the people, the prof., absolutely everything about it. I don't need this class, seriously. Astronomy at this school is to replace Biology. I like Biology, I like science. Yes, that sounds so dorky but it's very true. I like science. I like to see how lazy I can be in it and pull off what others are struggling to grasp. It's not my fault that science makes sense to me. So, I'm in Biology because I have to take it. I like the idea of being a geneticist, so Biology is mandatory. I just have to take Biology, Chemistry, and a few math courses. I wasn't going to take Chemistry the same semester as Biology, with Biology being five hours, but I needed four classes to get fulltime and keep my insurance. Biology, Algebra, and English. I had no choice but to take Astronomy as it was the only **** class that fit with my schedual. These people don't want to take Biology, they hate Biology. Okay, I can accept that. It's weird, but it's okay. I did a stupid exerize without looking at the book and got it right (second class). They thought that was really cool and that I was great at Astronomy. I said it was because I just learned about that in Biology. They looked all shocked and stuff. I told them that some of the stuff we were learning you could find in the Biology book and they didn't like that. I was still kind of lost at why they looked so blank and I told them I was aiming for a doctrine in genetics. It was like a freaking game of telephone was going on. So, every chance since then whenever I said I didn't get it they'd snicker. Or when I said I didn't like math, they thought that was absolutly hilarious. And last night, oh, last night was bad. I don't do my homework in this class. My grade is really lousy because of that, but we can barely see any stars here so what am I supposed to do? And I'm not waking up at four or five in the morning to watch a freaking planet come up. So, the guy next to me was all like, how are you going to make it in genetics or at any university if you can't even make it here?

I just told him I was doing it on purpose. They're all so stupid it wouldn't make a difference if I was straight with them. Okay, I have my grade lower in that class slightly on purpose, but I don't need that class. When I transfer it won't matter for anything because I'm in Biology. I'm doing **** good in it too. This class and these people are poison. All the beauty and wonder of the stars, just looking at them and believing in complete balance for a few seconds, that's all gone. I hate the ******* stars. I don't want to see anymore stupid stars. I don't care how far away the stupid things are. I don't care about how to measure it with your hand. I know what the **** things are, that's as far as I want to know.

I'm actually a lot calmer now, "Dancing in the Dark" is playing. How dare those idiots say something like that to me? This is what happens when you go to a school where a minority of the population wants to kill you. I really wish that was a joke. This area has a Union that's similar to the Mafia. People go missing, people are found dead, it's a mess. My father was brought in to talk to them. He got them liking him, well most of them. A few don't like him and it's these few who have wives that suddenly go missing and are found dead. If my last name were English this wouldn't be a problem. If it were like Greene, or Brown, or Wood, I'd be in the clear. It's not and it's bad for me. It's bad for all of us. They haven't sent cops to watch the house yet like they've done for other families. Never drop your guard, that's it. I personnaly don't have anything against Unions, unless they hate me and want to hurt me and my family. My uncle and godfather is Union. He hates me though.

I'm still pretty ticked, I better get off. But seriously, who do they think they are? You do those freaks think they are to say something like that to me? Who do those people think they are for wanting to hurt me? I dare them to try something. I dare them to say something more. they don't know what they're getting themselves into with me. I don't back down. I won't back down. I don't care if they try shooting me, I'll still stare them down. I refuse to be their message.

And incase you read this, Magnus, my parents don't think I'm suicidal anymore, but will as soon as I cry again. Like I said, they kind of care about me but they're just bad parents.

SGAH
FYWR
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