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Thursday, October 20, 2005


  Well, to put it bluntly, I had a fairly shitty day today. Sorry for the language, but I think you'll agree...

Several small things contributed to today's shit-itude, such as the massive amount of homework I have and just basic long-winded drudgery through a slow-moving day.
But the cherry on top was what happened about an hour ago in my 4th block class, Principles of Business.
If you didn't know already, we have assigned seats in that class (it's in the computer-room, by the way), and I have to sit with several jerks and dumb-asses. The worst are Taylor and Tatiana. Taylor is a foul-mouthed faggot who comes into class on Monday bragging about how much liquor he drank and how many girls he fucked over the weekend (I'd bet money that he's lying, but weather he's lying or telling the truth, it's still stupid). He's an absolute idiot that's always got something mean or stupid to say.
Tatiana is a self-absorbed condescending bitch that's mean for the sake of being mean, and just down-right dumb. She thinks her insults are sooooooooooo clever. *Feh*

Anyway, the teacher in that class is Miss Mitchell. She's far from the best teacher in the world, let's just leave it at that.
The good side to that, however, is we can goof-off with the computers once we finish her half-baked assignments that she gives us.
So, we're goofing off with the computers, and since we have to stay in our areas and I can't think of anything fun to do on my computer, I'm standing behind Taylor watching the person next to him play a game. Tatiana and Taylor start spitting out insults, but it's nothing different then their day-to-day shit I'm used to. When we get to a pause, Taylor turns to his little buddies and goes, "Hey, y'all wanna' see sumthin' funny?" (keep in mind that Taylor is sitting in a chair, and I'm standing behind him in-between him and the person he's next to).
At that, he turns around and punches me square in the nuts.
You read that right. He punched me square in the crotch.
This little bitch pulled the lowest trick in the book.
Everybody busted out laughing, and I nearly doubled-over from the shearing pain all we guys know about.

Now here's the really twisted part:
Taylor starts flinging insults at me again along with all his little turdlet followers, and I tell them to fuck-off.
Miss Mitchell turns around and starts pissing at me to watch my language.
I ask her if she saw what happened, and Taylor goes, "It was an accident!".
Naturally, his little turdlet friends back him up, and Miss Mitchell believes them over me.

What the fuck is this!? Miss Mitchell is now officially the laziest dumb-ass teacher at school!
I asked her if she even cared if he hit me in the balls, and she said if I was hurting, I should "go outside & scream or something".
So, not only is Taylor allowed to cuss all class-period long and I get in trouble for being angry after being punched in the nuts, but he can also punch me in said balls without getting in trouble!?

I should have fucking kicked him in the jaw! I seriously regret that I didn't now that it's over!
I always regret stuff like this! When I was bullied as a little kid, I always regretted not fighting back. I always took the peaceful route in life, and just let my seething anger get stored up inside me.

Sheesh, is it any wonder that so many kids bring guns to school? If this is the kinda' stuff teachers know about, imagine what kind of sick shit is going on under their noses! It's a fucking wonder some nerd who received one-too-many swirlies from the soulless jocks hasn't blown my school up yet with a home-made bomb.

Jeez, I am so sick of shit happening to me and no one caring. It's like that at home, and at school. My parents don't give a fuck that my brother tried to Tama-hawk me with a friggen' remote-control in the back of my head over the summer. They don't care he put me through absolute hell all summer long. They’re always too tired to care.

*sigh*, sorry for the rant guys, but that's what's going on over here. Care, don't care, whatever. It's up to you.

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