I opened my locker before I entered homeroom at 7 this morning. (Don't worry, that's normal--it's when school starts.) I open it to find my books strewn everywhere, my name stratched into the door, and a message writeen on my dry-erase board: YOU'VE BEEN VANDALIZED.

Great, great, I think. Now I want to hurt something.

So I was told to report this to my guidance counselor. Sure, whatever, like she ever even listens to people, that cold-hearted wench. She wouldn't even let me switch French classes last week. So I kind of avoided it altogether and went to the assistant principal instead. But she wasn't there, so the secretary took me to the principal's office.

Stop. The principal is totally scary. I did not intend, in any way, shape or form, for this to happen. She's way terifying. Chucky would run for cover because I think she growls or bites, who knows.

I waited FOR AN HOUR to even see her, because apparently she was busy with the phone or something. Obviously, phone calls are more important than a student in your own school who's MISSING CLASS (a ginormous no-no) to sit and wait in the office.

Finally, FINALLY, she lets me come in. And it lasted all over three minutes for her to tell me that it must have been my fault because my locker was locked, and the only thing she can do is give me a new lock on Monday.

&^%*!@#*&*^$&#*!!!!

Yeah, I vandalized my locker on purpose. Yep. I confess. WHATEVER! Oh my god, like, I totally wanted to just waste an hour of my life for no reason at all. Sure. Yeah.

So, all upset, I trudge back to ballet class, hall pass in hand, and attempt to explain why I am over an hour late to class. And it was hard to do, since no one in the office gave me a note to excuse my tardiness. I mean, COME ON. I wait that long to report something was was a violation of my property and no one has ANY SYMPATHY.

AAAAAHHHH.

To cheer me up, Mr. Sedevie (my drama teacher) decided to let us watch "Run Lola Run" during class instead of running the show. Aww.

That just made me hyper (big mistake) and me and Sarah S. ran around the track during lunch in slow-motion chanting "Manni....Manni! Waaaaaiiitt!!!"

But I'm still mad. If this is some sort of sick initiation prank, heads will roll.

Ggrrr.

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