I am currently feeling:
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To Kill...
Ms. Indusi (my math teacher) said never to write the division sign (the line with one dot on the top and another on the bottom) so numer one:
1) Kill division sign
Mr. Dermody (My SS teacher) embarrased me by waving furiously at me like we were best friends (pssh...) and in front of everyone at the grocery store.
2) Kill Social Studies
3) Kill Social Studies Teacher
4) Kill homework
5) Ah, let's just kill school, dammit.
Michael is not listening to me and is asking out all my God damn friends (more on THAT later).
6) Kill Michael
My computer is giving my a headache. Well more like the pop-ups, lol.
7) Kill pop-ups.
8) Kill people who make pop-ups
This girl keeps hassling me with stupid questions about....things.
9) Kill her. ^.^
10)Ali, Leah, and Taylor
I have the hugest schedule ever, and that is giving me an even major(er) headache.
11)Kill...erm...schedule?
The potatoes smell.
12)Kill potatoes.
13) While I'm at it, I better kill asparagus too.
D-day (Picture day) is coming.
14)Kill the dude who takes the pictures.
15)Kill picture day.
16) Kill Ms. Cellio (my principal) for making picture day.
17) Ah, screw it. Kill the dude who invented the camera. (Then bring him back to life, he invented other stuff that I need to, right?)
All my CD's aren't working and I need the music to calm me down, dammit. lol.
18)Kill cheap blank CD's
The pants I'm sewing in Home and Careers is looking like shit and I can't do anything about it. Oh well, it'll look nice in the garbage, huh?
19)Kill pants
20)Kill sewing machine
21)Kill HACS teacher with the eternal bad hair and makeup.
My ranting is about over, so go ahead and breathe. ^.^
Oh, and I'm fixing up this shit of a diary...adding stuff I guess so that it looks allll purdiful. Wouldn't you like that? Yeah...
Also, my other diary, Rocker90x, will be used to put in my songs. I've been having splurges of them, and if you'd like to see them, you can add that to your faves so that you'll know when I've added a song. Or two.
Aldo. THE Aldo. She's better than you.
ridin' with the top down seat | back rollin' in my cadillac
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