I woke up today due to the call of my dear mother's voice, did my morning routines, went to the bus, and went to school. In Algebra, we discussed the Quadratic Formula which bores me to no end. All math does, and I won't be asking what the square root of eleven thirds divided by pi is when I'm behind a podium giving a charismatic speech about World issues. Frankly m'dear, I don't give a damn.
So anyhow, after this, I went on to Willowbrook with a big group of people from SADD to watch a video about suicide. Well, in this video, Mark listened to crappy music and had a father that punched at two miles per year, as well as a best friend who talks about "cruisin" in a Ford Pinto ripoff. The other case was a girl named Jan who had slutty friends with no listening skills, as well as a mother with a bad haircut who complains about public education. PUBLIC. Nitwit. Can't expect much from a bloody public school. Anyhow, Mark wound up fine in the end and didn't shoot anybody, and Jan swallowed a bunch of pills and died. Mark grew up to be a nerdy lowlife failure with an annoyingly high sense of self-esteem, dorky glasses, and a suit that was three times too big. He should've traded spots with Jan.
Then I gave a small tour of the Museum we have, and people claimed to be frightened of me inspecting a large butcher knife. Then, we ate some burgers. And Mr. Metz told me that if I had gotten a chance to campaign, I would've likely won the FFA presidential election. But instead, I lost because I'm not an attractive female. But it was a nice compliment anyhow. So, after that was over, back to class! Wetland tour day at Willowbrook. Me and my alter ego Polar Opposite friend Keith worked together. We led them through the wetlands, and thoroughly explained that the muskrat is not a fish, nor is it a vegetable. We played the "quiet game", one of my personal favorites. I also debated with a kid, arguing that "infinity" is not an exact number. He claimed that Buzz Lightyear provided him with his information. The school day ended, and I got a ride home from the old nerd crew from Piqua High School. Lovely bunch. Sooo... I got home, drank chocolate milk, then a Mondo thing, then went upstairs to ban my usual daily spambot on Flashplayer forums. I had a meaningful discussion with Leah about such and such. I had ham and Beans for supper, with cornbread. Yucky, except the cornbread. That was friggen' awesome. Then I talked to my parents for a bit about public education and how incompetent most students and teachers are. I took my dog for a long walk and thought about Ganondorf having his own game, how awesome I am, meine Liebchen, and I had a talk with God about saving the world and such. Yes, I have verbal conversations with God. Sue me. Oh, and I let my dog drink from the doggy drinking fountain. She was so adorable, the little numbskull. I came home, and my parents talked about moving to South Dakota. I was appalled. I went upstairs and did my depressing homework about my middle school experiences, asked God to make them want to move to Tennessee, and Voila! They yelled up the stairs and told me they wanted to move to Tennessee. I gave God a pleasant thank you.
I took my shower, and pretended to be a sociopath singing "You are a pirate" from Lazytown. Imagine Hannibal Lecter singing that. Mmyess. Anyhow, I drank a Pop, and got on to my computer, and browsed around youtube... and found that David Hasselhoff had RUINED Secret Agent man, amongst other songs. I am now the Anti-Hoff. Join my cause, for he screwed up my happy day.
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