Bullshit. I don't get any perks. I kind of screwed myself over, you know: "This weekend I'm going to stay at home, do nothing, and eat Ho-Hos and Ding-Dongs until I can practically feel my teeth rotting." Unless, of course, Scratchmaster calls up and informs you of a supposedly wonderful music that he has two free tickets to. Freeeeee....to hear the words "musical" and "free" in the same sentence these days is growing increasingly rare.

I basked in the glory of Doing Something Useful (obtaining free tickets like the little freeloader I am) until I realized that Oh My God I Have A Project Due On Monday And Oh My God I Haven't Even Started.

And that would be the time where I file my fingernails into sharp points and make puncture wounds in my Biology teacher's head while he sleeps.

Speaking of the Biology teacher...his name is Daigle, right. I had a dream the other night where I called him "Bagel". So now I have this irrational fear that I will someday call him Mr. Bagel and my grade will be shot.

He's Grody To The Max, eh. He can't be more than thirty, and he's got this spot on the back of his head where he's already balding. And his mouth doesn't move in sync with the words he says. Like when he's done with a sentence and sounds are no longer coming out of his mouth, you look up, and his lips are still moving. He has these chalk marks all over his ass, too. It's really gross. We sit in rows at our chem tables with our lab partners, so he kind of has to scoot on through whenever he has to get to someone. That makes his ass go in your face. And he always has this look in his eye that looks like, "As soon as we get off-campus, I'm going to rape you."

I have this bet going with my Psycho Friend Sarah that I'm going to write "stop raping me with your eyes" on our next test. Honestly, I was really up to it at first, and....uhh....well, I mean, I really don't want to screw up my grade, and, uh....

Uuhhh...

(Shit.)

I'm a cowarding little bitch who's too afraid to tell her Bio teacher what at scary little mofo he is, even if it is the truth.

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I have Ballet on Monday, Wednesdya, and Friday every week.

Today is Friday. You do the math.

And, ya know...it's ballet. Toe-pointing, leg-lifting, tummy-sucking stuff. Right. I do that and I do it well.

Our ballet teacher informed us she had a parent-teacher conference and that one of the older students would be in charge. MOI!

No, actually. I'm in Dance III and I'm a freshman, and so I'm like two years younger than everyone else in class. Really.

Some girl named Miranda was in charge. We really didn't know what to do since we couldn't work the sound system we have in our dance studio.

So she has the brilliant idea to hook her Walkman up to some speakers and teach us a dance that they did last year for some expo thing.

Great. Fine. Whatever. Let's dance.

And the next thing you know I was thinking Oh My God I Am Way Too White For This.

It was some song by Missy Elliot. And don't get me wrong, the dance is shiznit or whatever, but I look like a moron because I'm trying to dance like Missy Elliot, you know. It's actually a really cool dance. But I just look stupid doing it. We almost learned the whole thing today, and I'm actually looking forward to learning the rest.

Yeah, I know...cheesy. But it's more fun than doing pirouettes until your legs fall off. I like to think of it as...R&B Ballet. Yeah.

Uggghhh...three words for you: Big Freaking Honky.

There is no hope.

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Today in drama turned into debate class, or something.

We'd been talking about how the show we're doing can be construde as a disguised command to reform society's Evil Ways.

Somehow we ended up talking about how apparently all Presidents we ever had sucked and how Al-Qaeda has a vendetta against the Bush family and By God if Al Gore had bene elected none of this would have happened.

Whatever...personally, I think Dubyah has been doing pretty well, aside from the whole Let's Wage War On Iraq Since We Gave Up On Bin Laden thing.

Then it turned into a discussion about how we don't really elect the President and the electoral college is just a big dick and there should be ANARCHY!! WOOO, ANARCHY!

....Until I pointed out the fact that if we, in fact, let the punks have their way and everyone becomes anarchist, everything would be mass chaos, and they would have nothing to rebel against, and then they would spantaneously combust.

I know I'm right. I mean, don't say I didn't warn you.

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So...I'm going to see two shows this weekend. No Bliss for me.

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