WHY?!! Why the fuck didn’t it rain TODAY OF ALL DAYS?

OK, I’m not even gna try and even control my swearing, cos I’m fcking pissed right now, and if you choose to read the following paragraphs, you’re in for a very pissed blog.

Today is Wednesday. And on Wednesday, it’s sport. And since I’m doing basketball, I fcking hate Wednesday so, so, so much. And now I realize, it’s not just because of asdjkhsdjkfhsivadasdjkdf that I hate that shit so much, (though she contributes to most of it) it’s the sport itself that pisses the shit outtta me.

So while asdidfiogsivadsdfjkhjkg is fcking enjoying her lunch, getting some other teacher to “look after” us for her, we were running around, throwing a deflated, orange ball with NO GRIP on it around, while some bitch on the side goes “GREAT TECHNIQUE YOU GUYS! THAT’S GREAT PASSING!” and try to “encourage” us to try harder.

And now I think I jarred my fcking thumb. Killed it. Whatever. I don’t know what’s wrong with it, but whenever I try to bend it, it hurts like shit. Wtf, how was I to know how shit basketball was when I signed up for it ==”

And since I’m fcking pissed atm, I’m just go ahead and bitch about another bitch.

That bitch in my textiles class (and various other classes in which I am not liable to mention for fear of getting caught), is fcking pissing me off, fcking driving me insane, and I need somewhere to release this anger. Please bear with me for a few more paragraphs.

You can’t have everything your way all the time. No, it’s called compromise. So when you don’t get something the way you want it to be, face the facts. For example. On Friday you acted like a bitch (as usual). Just because the rest of us want to do things another way, and you want to do things the other, you do not need to be a bitch and put on that pissed look on your face and use silent treatment against us. Well, actually, you know, it’s actually better if you don’t open your big mouth anyways; maybe you should think of using silent treatment more. That way, it’ll benefit the rest of the world, and probably make you feel a bit better about your hopeless, useless life as you’re probably thinking everyone’s feeling guilty about pissing you off- which of course, they’re not.

And your attitude pisses me off sometimes. Actually, scrap that thought; you piss me off all the time. The way you think everyone is in love with you, the way you think you’re so hot and everything while you’re an un-proportioned, lanky, and just a fcking ugly bitch. So get over your ugly face, and your ugly hair, and your ugly glasses, and try not to piss off others so much okay? It’ll benefit others, and it’ll benefit you- at least I hope it will.

Ok. That felt much better. Yes, it’s over, I’m gna now write about what happened today =D

Well the day started off with me and Pat having a heated argument on whether God really exist or not. It was a very long argument =D and took the whole bus trip, and kinda involved Pat tryna convert me to Christianity while I argued the fact that God DOES NOT EXIST, and trying to convince Pat that GOD DOES NOT EXIST.

And, sorry to all those Christians out there reading this blog, yes, you’re probably thinking what a fcking bitch I am, but it’s not my fault that I don’t believe what you believe- and hey, it’s a free country, and I’m able to say anything I want. So there.

Whoever can persuade me that God DOES exist, I promise you I’ll convert to Christianity and go to church everyday like a good Christian girl should. =D

What an angry post D=
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tmy.