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i left school early today with the intention of going home to "study". am i going to? fuck no.
a) i haven't taken my nap
b) it's too fucking cold
c) i don't want to
d) i just don't care enough to do anything
scantron that, bitches.
school is killing me. i get these waves of despair every once in a while that are pretty much triggered only by going to school. any tiny bit of personality or intelligence i ever had is gone now thanks to the black hole i have to visit every day. i would gain more from watching a burrito cook in a microwave. that place kills brain cells. i don't know what 100 - 84 is. i really don't. one of my teachers asked me the other day and i stared back at him with this blank look on my face like i was some grade 9 giving a blowjob. i do know how to punch in random numbers that are supposed to mean something into a binompdf on a calculator, but not my times tables. and if, no, not if, when i get left in a forest some day to fend for myself i'll be worse than dead in an hour. that makes me feel real nice. i prefer to waste my energy on other things like overthrowing VOX, and google-earthing my house or grouphug on school computers. it's much more fulfilling than some number on a peice of paper or a fucking gold sticker. this is definitely the worst time for this to have hit again. for almost all of 13 years i was a good little robot doing my homework every day and freaking out over grades. i don't know why suddenly now, 5 days before exams i just want to drop out. nothing would make me more happy.
but of course, i'm too scared.
a) i haven't taken my nap
b) it's too fucking cold
c) i don't want to
d) i just don't care enough to do anything
scantron that, bitches.
school is killing me. i get these waves of despair every once in a while that are pretty much triggered only by going to school. any tiny bit of personality or intelligence i ever had is gone now thanks to the black hole i have to visit every day. i would gain more from watching a burrito cook in a microwave. that place kills brain cells. i don't know what 100 - 84 is. i really don't. one of my teachers asked me the other day and i stared back at him with this blank look on my face like i was some grade 9 giving a blowjob. i do know how to punch in random numbers that are supposed to mean something into a binompdf on a calculator, but not my times tables. and if, no, not if, when i get left in a forest some day to fend for myself i'll be worse than dead in an hour. that makes me feel real nice. i prefer to waste my energy on other things like overthrowing VOX, and google-earthing my house or grouphug on school computers. it's much more fulfilling than some number on a peice of paper or a fucking gold sticker. this is definitely the worst time for this to have hit again. for almost all of 13 years i was a good little robot doing my homework every day and freaking out over grades. i don't know why suddenly now, 5 days before exams i just want to drop out. nothing would make me more happy.
but of course, i'm too scared.
posted by erin at 3:52 PM
2 Comments:
"scantron that, bitches," is THE best line you've had in a while
I feel disgusting for quoting Simple Plan but welcome to my life. I agree with Kiersten. "Scantron that, bitches" deserves a standing ovation.
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