EDSEL FORD HIGH SCHOOL IS FULL OF SOME OF THE DUMBEST FUCKS ALIVE. PERIOD.
Ok, so here's how it all started and what brought me to the conclusion that everyone in dearborn must be related somehow because in no way can ignorance of that calibre stretch throughout more than one bloodline.
IF THE TEACHER IS TALKING AND IT IS A REALLY INTERESTING DISCUSSION, SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT SPONGE. NO ONE GIVES A FUCK WHERE YOU'RE GETTING YOUR HAIR DONE.
I care about the book and the discussion, ok?
Maybe, I have a problem, maybe I'm irritable but regardless the people here grate my nerves. I can't wait until I can go somewhere where the intelligence is higher. Wait, where's that? No where really, no matter how far or near your travel, you will always be plagued by stupid mother fuckers. That's it. That's it. I'm seriously losing my temper. Why is it so short today?
I woke up this morning in an ecstatic mood, life was grand and everything was falling into place. My grades were good, my family was good, and basically everything had purpose and reason. Then I went to school.
I have to laugh to myself at the way I handle things but honestly people, do something about yourselves. If you're dumb, don't speak. Simple as that.
My heart is racing.
I have to do my art speech on Wednesday. First one of the class. I volunteered. Go me.
Will have to go however and buy something to wear seeing as we have to make ourselves look presentable and semi-professional. How will I manage that? Must buy a skirt.
I feel as if I have an extraordinary amount of energy swirling about inside of me and through some medium must be released. But how? I don't particulary like when I become like this. I seem nervous and edgy. And I am. Don't get me wrong, it's just that well at heart I'm definitely neither of the two. However, I'm irritable. I'll admit it. I easily become frustrated or annoyed yet I'm very patient. My contradictions are staggering.
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
I'm fueled with emotion. Everything I'm saying has a punch to it, an amount of vigor. I can't quite explain but words provide great solace. Sitting here trying my best to sort out my thoughts is soothing and does help me to relax.
My hair is very soft today.
I have to work today, oh lord, I pray that I'm in a more accepting and tolerant mood. Stupid ass old folks. They get on my nerves.
I need to find a new job. Preferebly waitressing seeing as I have some experience in that. Any one have any suggestions as to where? I'm in search of good tips.