Im really bad at this
tuesday. Oh. Tuesday. I went to history and this girl in class kept correcting my teacher about something something Mormonism and it was nice the first time cause she was just correcting the teacher on a misconception and cleared things up but then kept talking and insisting that Kinkella refer to Brigham Young as Prophet Brigham Young and kinkella was like uhhmm im just talking about historically not religiously here but the chick would not shut up and everyone was like no1curr
and then english
I got back that skid Row essay I wrote. Got an A+ on it with a bunch of comments of like ‘Great writing!’ and then circles and underlines that had no meaning and ‘Lets have a talk later’ and im like what
so then we read this dumb story my dumb teacher wrote, and I swear the way he wrote it was like how William Shatner talks. “He looked at his son. His son smiled at him. He leaned against the car. He smiled.” Like GRAWUGH. WHAT. And then we were supposed to make a three part thesis statement about the themes of his story and I was just like this is dumb and bullshitted mine and he wanted us to turn them in so I went to turn mine in and asked about that ‘lets have a talk’ note and he was like ‘oh we’ll talk at the beginning of next class but dont worry its a good talk and I loved your essay’ and im like ok can I go home now
so yeah turns out my english teacher likes me. And he hasn’t caught on to the contempt I have for him.
Oh, also, that story he wrote? Remember how I told you guys this guy was divorced and misogynistic and sexist and constantly rags on his ex-wife? Well this story he wrote was about this guy raising an autistic child by himself because the wife had given up and left them. Woooooooooooow-wee, Taylor Swift and Adele ain’t got nothing on the bitterness of my english teacher.
Ugh. So. Idek what he wants to talk to me about but I’ll find out tomorrow.
Today tho I went to tennis and got moved down a court with other people and I had WAY more fun with them because they were laughing and talking with me and being just as bad as I was. Then I went to bio and had an exam which idek how I did cause I studied the wrong chapters for it! :DDDD. And then I came home and my dog stared at me to get me to feed her and then I did lfr and dungeons with my darling nerdy and yeah. Now I’m here.
Oh and my birthday’s on monday. I was bummed at first when I realized it was on a monday but then I realized YEAAAH THAT’S THE MONDAY THAT ‘STARTS’ MY SPRING BREAKKK SO I CAN SIT HOME ALL DAY AND DO WHAT I REALLY WANNA DO WHICH IS PLAY WOW. AND EVERYTIME I GO INTO A DUNGEON/LFR AND ASK A MAGE TO MAKE ME CAKES ILL BE LIKE ‘THESE CAKES ARE MY BIRTHDAY CAEKS’
Weird Im not really excited about my birthday though. 19 is a weird age.