Crazy Teachers
My math teacher lectures all her clases about how miserable she is. She eats five candy bars a day and smokes in between classes and then tells us how broke she is and how she can’t stop gaining weight.
My math teacher lectures all her clases about how miserable she is. She eats five candy bars a day and smokes in between classes and then tells us how broke she is and how she can’t stop gaining weight.
I hate sitting and waiting. I guess I’m just not patient. I have to keep moving.
My dog insists on sleeping on my bed with me. If I don’t let him up on the bed (he’s a small dog and I have to help him up) he’ll whine until I can’t take it anymore. And then, every morning at 6 AM he wakes up and barks and whines to be let outside. I know he’s a responsibility and that’s why I always get out of bed and tend to his needs, but come on! I’m so tired I just want to sleep. Why can’t you sleep in too, my furry little friend?
We all have people in our lives that we don’t care for. Some people, nobody cares for. But we have to tolerate them sitting by us or trying to talk to us. I hate when someone comes up to me and a group of my friends, someone that nobody likes, and then someone else says, “Go away, nobody likes you.†You can think it in your mind, but you shouldn’t say it out loud. Because how would you feel if someone said that to you?
This girl in my math class was reading when we had time to do whatever we wanted to. All the other people thought it was so uncool of her to be reading. I don’t like reading, but who cares? Being smart doesn’t mean you’re a nerd.
Today, my best friend fell on a kid by accident. He proceeded to scream “rapeâ€. Do you even know what that means, idiot?
I hate sex. Why would you want it? It plays a major part in reproduction, something that needs to be outlawed; it’s not comfortable to have the weight of another person attached to you; and there is no sensation received from it that you can’t get alone! Sex needs to be demonized and eventually outlawed.
My life is horrible right now. I’m coming home every day and crying my eyes out. That’s not even the worst part.
It’s October and I’m so tired of shorts. I just want to wear jeans and a tee shirt and be comfy. But it’s 80 degrees, so I’m forced to wear short sleeves.
The big, clunky ones everybody thinks are so cute? Yeah, well, you look like a clown with big feet.