Freakin' blast to the past. (The past where I was not even alive yet.)
Cyber Hiiiiiiiigh.
I hate my math teacher. I'm so glad she's going to be fired next year. Bitch can't teach for shit. I swear, every single fucking day she plays the favorites game. If I'm not sitting with the geniuses in the class, she'd check my homework. Here's an example: There a corner of students she give full credit to for homework without looking at their papers while I'm on the fucking other end and she decides, out of all the other students, to check mine. If she spots ONE problem wrong, she won't give me credit. I SWEAR IT'S BECAUSE I'M FUCKING TAN. The other week, she glanced at my classwork and gave me full credit and just as I'm about to skip off all happy, she says, "WAIT. NO. Never mind give it back. You have one wrong. I'm taking off credit. You can't leave for lunch until you finish." I was totally fed up. I just packed up when she was watching me and left like that. MAN. What's with all the fucking math teachers at my school being total piss offs. The only decent teacher would be the most wanted class so it'd be full by the week of the school year. AUGDSLKHGLKSDJFLDSJFLKJ. It's the only fucking class I have tomorrow for an hour and a half. I swear, I'm going to fucking flip a table like a little bitch and scream out at the top of my lungs. I don't even get HALF credit for all of my work. ONEEEEE PROBLEM WRONG AND NO CREDIT. WATABITCH.
Anyways, milktea from iCreation. I'm starting to grow fat from this wonderful concoction. My boyfriend says I'm an addict; it's completely true. I'm also addicted to Google+. It's odd, but I can only concentrate on homework when I hear friends..
COLLEGE. Fucking shit. So, I've been thinking about my major and my backup. I want to try film-making and graphic arts. When I mean graphic arts, I mean like interface design and original stuff. I'm horrible at recreating things. I want to try film-making since I've been doing videos as hobbies and I'm not completely terrible at photography/filming. Apparently city college here has a graphic design program that is the equal to Academy of Arts Institute. I'm still deciding since city is a bitch to get classes, but if all else fails, I'll go to a junior college to at least get my basics done then transfer to a state. I'm too retarded to go to a UC.
A few people have been talking about this one chick that goes to my school who actually got into Harvard. It's pretty amazing since she's going to MY school. I mean, my school is full of idiots. The majority are idiots anyway. That includes me. I've also seen her art studio work around the school; it makes me feel unaccomplished in life. LOL. She's amazing and I'd probably go full on lesbian for her if I wasn't dating a dude.
Oh, I'm bi. It's not like people will see this, but my future self will look back on this and be like, "Yeah, those were the days." Well, I know for sure that I'm bisexual, it's just that most of the women here are complete back-stabbers or are too straight for me to attack. Guys tend to be nice, especially the one I'm in love with. Girls here are so bad that I'm willing to trust boys I just became friends with with my secrets and they'd actually keep them. It's like, wow it's not that hard, ladies. I know I tell others secrets about other people, but I only tell one person and he's the most trustworthy person on earth.
One more thing-- My friend and I got into a tiff. Oh, gosh. We were working on this flier I couldn't work on due to CyberHigh. I was basically drawing the bracelet we were selling on the flier and then she sorta snapped at how we were building it. There weren't beads on the bracelet or whatever. I said there wasn't anything to support the rest of the bracelet if we didn't have beads. Then we got into a sort of argument about the elastic string. aha. I was asking if she meant the white elastic that you'd find on cheap bracelets or the clear elastic that you'd find on friendship bracelets. Then she said something about black elastic and I had to think about it. I guess she got confused when I mentioned that and kept saying how I wanted to white elastic.. but I didn't so I got mad and said "I didn't say shit!" Then she said she didn't care how things turned out when she planned the whole thing. That's when I got fed up and just stopped talking because our 'fun hawaiian club' suddenly turned into a priority and job. I get upset with that stuff since clubs are suppose to be fun, not all AUGSDLKHFSKD. So, yeah. We're still in a fight though.
ADIOS. Tomorrow is a new day. Unit 9 of my Cyber High testing. Wish me luck, me.
