Don't wipe that shit on my sleeve, please.

Damnit.

So, today I went to Powderpuff practice. Pretty much sucked. There are so many new people. I mean, freak me out, man. So many, too. The past two years, its been, what, me and Liz? Where is Liz anyway? Our superstar. Our savior. Our key player. Not there, sorry. I mean, being now one of the rarities who have the ability to catch is very very intimidating. Especially now that it seems to be only me. I'll run my ass off. I'll run into oblivion to catch the ball. But where are my partners in crime? It just ain't the same. I don't think I want to do it, anymore. Junior year: things lose meaning. The only thing that matters to me is to get out of IHS.

From Chem AP, the only thing I have learned is that I will never ever fucking do anything for the sake of having it on my stupid college transcript. Fuck them, if they don't want me, go try and find someone else who "deserves" it, because I'm not going to fucking break myself just to have my parents pay for something when they can spend it on shit we really need. Bullshit. All those fucks who do shit just for "the transcript." Get the fuck real. Do you think that will get you to the top ten of richest people in the world, because I know that's what you want? No. Fuck no. You cheat. You'll cheat just to fuckin get your A's; just to go to your fuckin Ivy League colleges. You don't have heart. You have this greedy drive to "succeed." Pisses me off. Selfish people. Trying to achieve things at the expense of others. Fuck them. Some people deserve it. Some people are genuinely intelligent. Some people work hard at it. But if you're gonna cheat, what the fuck are you even taking that class for? Let people who want to take it, take it. And if you don't understand it, why don't you fucking ask for help? But no, you take quizzes and copy it and then make friends with the teacher. ARGh. People know who I mean. Mary knows what I mean. word up?

So far, its been a very disappointing day. Eh. Then again, what day isn't?

Uhm, that hostile paragraph was actually about someone in one of my first three classes. P.S. what the fuck you act like that for? That's fuckin dumb.