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Friday, August 31, 2007
..Oy.....''''''''''''''''''''-______________--
It's Friday. OH.MY.P.M.S., thank God it's Friday. *collapses* Guys, I am so worn out. I swear, I could throw up. And in continuation of this glum, ungrateful mood: ONWARD WITH THE COMPLAINING!!
Okay, first off, my gym teacher is a bitch.Ya see, I accidentally left the paper, on which my locker combination was written, at home today and when I tried to get it from her, I was stupid and didn't write it down, so I forgot. So I went to get it from her a second and apologized that I had to ask again. She looked at me as if I had just shoved half-rotten animal guts in her face. I nearly cried! I mean, I understand I was stupid for not writing it down the first time, but she doesn't have to telepathically slap me for it! T_T Seriously.
Secondly, my math assistance teacher, Mrs.Pipkin, has absolutely no idea how to teach kids with math-learning disabilities. I mean, you'd think she would, considering she teaches a class called math ASSISTANCE: hence she teaches kids with special needs all day, but no, she's completely unqualified for the job. It's freaking maddening! I swear, you have no idea how obvious it is that she just wants to rush through the entire course and barely cares at all about our education. *exasperated sigh* Man, math is hard enough for me without all these apathetic ass-holes complicating it even more...'''-___- (Although, my other Algebra teacher, Ms.Imwold, is actually helping me, which makes her bloody awesome.)
And then there's all this despair-inspiring unrequited love shit I have to deal with... ///_-
Which brings us to our emo poem of the day.
You're a heart-ache, I'm a head-ache.
But I suppose it doesn't matter now that we're both about to break.
I am now and forever stuck between wishing you cared and wishing I didn't.
And, oh, don't play dumb. We both knew how this was going to end.
With me slipping on banana-peels and you walking on egg shells.
I was never chronically depressed, just chronically addicted.
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