Endless, endless ranting.
Seriously, WHAT THE FUCK!
Today was supposedly a school day, the day winter vacation ends. So last night I tore up my room, getting stuff ready, checking for lost papers, hell, even decorating the back of my universal folder with a permanant markered image of the original simon belmont. So I got up, actually excited to go back to school for once (it was catious optimism, there was still the 'fairy boy' enthusiastic math teacher who would sooner kill himself than stop making us work so god damn hard.). the bus was late, I mean, REAAAALY late. Usually it comes at 7:00, but I waited untill 7:30. And considering i'm the first person on the bus, that was entirely un-godly and infuriating. I was looking forward to a long bus ride, accompanied by my new earshattering headphones and the c-d that I made especially for this trip to deflect nerds, fat people, and girly people. I always have the volume up so high, that the people across the street can hear me, baisically so I don't have to hear all these goddamn emos, nerds, and girly girls arguing about who is better: korn, sonic, or christina? So I waited for that fucker bus, actually sitting outside for it instead of having grandma stand on the lookout. I was cursing his name. I like those bus rides. sometimes, if I manage to avoid having tyler (a fat nerd who has the mind of a five year old and anger management problems) sit anywhere within a five row radius of me, I can actually get some frickin' sleep. Also, there's this other kid, who is like a portable food network. I think he has the constant munchies or something, but the way he describes a bloody steak...god. Anyway, my grandma is there with her really old voyager, and I'm really pissed off about it. I waited a half-hour out in the cold for this freaking bus, and now there's this short, fifteen minute trip to the prison in this old cluncker (a VOYAGER, seriously... it has a tape player...). When we get there, the teacher's cars are all there, but there are no cars dropping off students, and we didn't see even one bus, they were all sitting thier port. My grandma refuses to pass up a chance to cram me into that hell-hole. So I quickly pop in to check if it really is open. As soon as I step in the door, two kids are sitting outside the office, and they tell me that school is closed. What a let down. My grandma is still in disbelief. So now I'm stuck having to clean my room all day, without the excuse of non-existant homework to save my lazy ass. FUCK!!
Anyway, today deserves an 'angry for no reason' blog entry and a pepsi.
Also, elizabeth bathory rules. I'm going to kill a bunch of homeless people and bathe in thier blood for halloween. Starting with hobo for comedic value...
