Do you know how upset I am today? Everything went wrong today. It was unfuckingbelievable. I finally had the nerve to do what I needed to do and talk to a teacher about my grade, and she talked to me like I was a fucking 6 year old. 6 years old! She was like, "You didn't turn anything in. Didn't you THINK? Isn't it a little STRANGE, that EVERYONE BUT YOU was doing this?" and she kept making this face that said "You're a fucking idiot," at me, and I just wanted to die. (Can't tell you who. The 1st ammendment doesn't cover me on that. Ha. Remember that lecture?) So that was my day. Oh, and on the way to Intramurals, this 2nd grader fondled my leg. I got molested by a 2nd grader. I should really have kicked the bastard, but he ran away. Bitch.
I did go see the dean about my schedule and she gave me a get-out-of-P.E.-free card so I can visit the Spanish class that actually works. (The one hilarious thing that happened today when Mr. M was describing "la palabra facil," he said "The adjective can also describe personality traits. Christina Aguilara es muy facil, no?" Everyone had been talking and all of a sudden the room went quiet, and everyone was like, "Um, what?" And he was like, "Good to know you're listening!"
And I was glad I didn't go to the dance Friday. Turns out, these girls were shloshed beyond belief, and one passed out. (Why would you fry yourself to the tonsils?) The dean had to carry her out of the gym. She talked to us about it today. Exciting. Not.
I'm just the tiniest bit PISSED AS HELL about my crap day. (The cruel-rude-random was harsh and I still want to cry.)

So honey... How was your day?

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