S'uppp
School today was a challenge. I got to form to find out my year manager was in, so I turned around and ran out. I wasn't in the mood for her to tell me to take my make up off. So I just made up some excuse about seeing my CPPL. Then I had to get through first lesson, French. Je déteste les Français. Especially with my bitch of a teacher. Speaking of bitchy teachers, I forgot to write a statement about my science teacher. Oh well, I will complain about her next time she calls us brain damaged flea's. So back onto my school day. French sucked, but I did have an assessment which I kinda enjoyed, weirdly enough, because I found it really easy and will be very surprised if I get under 80%. Second lesson was crap to, I can't even remember what lesson I had. But I know it was crap. Okay, that's really freaked me out, I cannot remember what lesson I had second. I've been thinking about this for about 2 minutes now. Anyway, third lesson was the worst, I had Art. And, although I love art, I hate our teacher, and the idiots in my class. They always piss about and get our teacher in a bad mood. So we have to sit and write essays. I got halfway through our stupid project. I have to draw a humans upper body, with a fish's face? How stupid? So I just decided to do a clock instead. Even though I haven't finished colouring the body. Then I had to walk home on my own because the person I walk home with has bloody athletics. Gah, I hate school. Specially atm, but I'm not going to go into that.
I have this weird obsession with writing in foreign languages atm. How bazaar? I can't actually speak any language apart from a bit of French. But hey, that's what the Google Translate bar is for, right? I'm also seeing things. Yesterday, when I came out the bathroom, I saw a man in a white and green stripey t-shirt walk down the hallway in the corner of my eye. But when I turned into the kitchen, my mum, brother and dad were all there. And a second ago I saw a black figure on the floor which turned out to be a speaker with pillow infront. But I thought it looked like a black panther. And at night when I see things in my room, I picture them coming to life and killing me. It propper freaks me out but I love to scare myself. I put my leg out the bed so I feel unsafe and unprotected. I hate the feeling, but love it at the same time. Hmm, maybe I'm menatally disturbed?
Well I think thats enough for one blog.
peace.love.happiness
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