Today = Death

Well, today started out like any other day except, my right hand nails were painted.

When I took out my bike to get ready to start the long journey to school I discovered such a terrible thing! My back tire is warped. That is not good, and it started to start a small snowball effect. With the tire warped, the back brakes kept hitting up against the tire making it impossible, or extremely hard to well, move. So I had to do what I had to do, I dismantled the brakes for now, until I fix my tire. So now I have (barely) only the front brakes, but that is fine. My bicycle has been abused so much in the last eight months, it is unbelievable. So to nobodies surprise the chain is EXTREMELY rusted. Rusted to the point where it sounds like medal grinding medal for every push on the pedals. My bike is dying.

At school I had a math quiz, oh it was extremely easy. My teacher has the intelligence of your average fire hydrant. Me and my neighbour just worked on the "quiz" together. Keep in mind though, I had to cover my nails so I wouldn't be teased(although I could care less what other people think of me). I did however flaunt my nails to the girls because, they won't threaten to kill me. One girl said she loved me because I didn't care what other people thought of me. I believe that is a good quality of mine. Anyways...

During my Law class, my teacher (Mr. Ball) who I love oh so dearly because he is old. I like older teachers because they've been around and seen way more than me. He also acts like one of us. Like he doesn't care if he gets fired, he has been voted by the graduating class 3 - 4 years in a row for the best teacher. So, in my law class as usual all Mr. Ball did was lecture us, and take up some questions from the previous day. To be honest, I fell asleep a couple times to catch up with the lack of sleep from last night *points to previous post*.

My "Introduction to Anthropology, Psychology and Sociology" class or "anthro" as I like to call it is probably the most boring class ever. I am not interested in that course yet. We just finished our Anthropology unit, which I hate because I could care less about the neanderthals and all other species before them. We are starting a new unit of Psychology which looks like something I'd be interested in, hopefully I will be. I had a supply teacher today who replaced my regular teacher (Ms. Hollingsworth) my supply teacher (Mr. Cohen) is an amazing supply teacher. He is nice and well respected by everybody, so if Mr. Cohen asks you nicely to do your work, you would do it.

During my English class, which the teacher (Ms. Emmett) I utterly hate to no end. Probably because she is barely 23 years old and is the biggest slut in the world. Every time she attempts to teach, I can't take her seriously because she reminds me of my beloved older sister Frances who is the same age as her. When I think of Fran trying to teach me something I just laugh. Honestly though, I've laughed a couple times at Ms. Emmett because somewhere deep inside me tells me I am smarter than her, just because I believe she is too young to be teaching grade eleven English. She should be teaching kindergarten until she reached a respectable high school teacher age of like... 40. Anyways, in my English class we are doing a unit on music, which I honestly think is a complete waste of my time. Every class for the past week all we do is sit there listening to music. Today she was basically selling us our homework. There was a CD with five instrumental songs on it and we had to pick one to write lyrics for, she is selling each CD for 50 cents. I refuse to pay for my classwork not only because it is illegal to download FREE music and sell it, but because I shouldn't have to pay my teacher to do her job.

After school, I played a long game of road hockey. I played goalie for a bit and played as a forward for the rest of the game. There was this one kid, named Eric and he called me "fat-ass". I laughed so hard, how can I possibly be a so-called "fat-ass"? I then asked him where he gets off saying that to me. To ME!! Okay, well anyways he kept running his mouth so I challenged him to a one-on-one game of road hockey up to six. It was the roughest game I have played in a while. I checked him and slashed him so many times to the point of which he went home. To be honest he beat me 6 - 3, but I was too busy giving him a rough time. After he left we continued to play. I am dead. My body is dead. Dead tired that is. I am just going to lay on my comfy couch with a can of coke and find something on the boob tube.