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Thursday, March 6, 2008


   what the heck
I'm just so incredubly brilliant compared to the people in the class I just came from. There really is no easier or nice way to say it. I get in the car and squeal off with a twisted grin and a horrid laugh, because I'm never expecting their stupidity. It really is just a big con. I'm conning them and it's wonderful. That is why this class stays interesting for me. They're still complaining about the prof. missing class weeks and weeks ago. They're still complaining about their paper grades. I get it, why don't they? Because they're morons. And this is why I suddenly just flew off into this post. We had to analize a poem in class. I got it right but they ignored me so they got it wrong when they said the idea out loud. That's not the point here. There were two words, falconer and gyre. They were asked to identify the one the poet made up. They said falconer. Oh...my...and these people reproduce. So, not that I need a time to shine in this class since they all hate me because I get it and the prof. always says I get it. I get it without saying a word. The prof. knows my name without me saying a word. I'm that good compared to these people. So, anyway, he asked what falconry was, ignoring that they just said they thought that was the made up word. So I told him exactly what falconry was very simply to give him room for elaboration. He didn't have much room to be honest but he was trying to explain how it worked and just looked at me and said, 'well, she already knows this' and just dropped it since they just weren't getting it. And religion came up because the poem talked about the second coming. They thought it was Jesus but I thought WWII. I was right. But I said what I was baptized as, instint hate. It was unbelievalbe. It's all preaching the same thing, why hate me? Just because I'm sickenly intelligent and walk with this great confidence and power is no reason for hate. Now I'm just on a bit of a power high so I'm going to eat a pop-tart to calm down.

SGAH
FYWR

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