>Placebo - Nancy Boy
I just love my blog. I made it a few weeks ago, but now I really am obsessed. I feel like posting every minute, but I can’t. :( Anyway, I’m going to sleep in a bit, I hope tomorrow will be a good day.
God, days like this just make me want to KILL!!!!! I spent literally hours waiting for my History teacher to be free, hour after school, and when I finally talk to him, he doesn’t give me the points he says he’s going to. I was so pissed. I wanted to scream at him YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! YOU THINK I WAITED ALL FUCKING DAY JUST TO HEAR YOU TALK, YOU OVERBEARING FAT-ASSED POMPOUS ASSHOLE! JUST TELL ME WHAT I NEED TO DO TO GET THE POINTS I NEED, YOU PIGHEADED MOTHERFUCKER. But, of course, I played his fucking game. I had to ride my bike home. What an ass. Then later, my mom and I went go bring the movies back to Blockbuster, and (as fucking usual) would not stop singing her FUCKING ANNOYING SONGS. Fucking annoying doesn’t even begin to describe it. It’s like a billion spears of sharp, twisted metal ripping your body apart. AND SHE WILL NEVER SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No fucking empathy. I can’t turn up my discman up loud enough so I can’t hear her, and she says she’s humming. SHE IS FUCKING BELTING OUT SHIT LIKE AN OPERA SINGER. If only she would just shut up or stop watching TV for five fucking minutes and actually engage her brain, maybe she would see how annoying this SHIT is. KILL.
