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BURLESQUE
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Join Date: Feb 2008
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BURLESQUE
Join Date: Feb 2008
Location: Here, there and everywhere!
Posts: 15,939
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Rant Time . .
. I have had the most horrific day. I have cold which I've had for THREE WEEKS now and seems to be getting worse. So that made my first three classes utterly miserably. Then I did Secret Santa and got this guy who I really dislike and I know nothing about in terms of what he likes.
Then my next three classes sucked even more. A double Business class, that I had to sit beside my own the whole 80 minutes. My cold was getting worse. Then Maths which I seem to be deteriorating rapidly at as the year goes by and I have a test tomorrow which I know I'll fail.
Lunch was crap as I learned two friend of mine had starting dating - great more people getting more action than I can drem of right now. Nose beginning to erode, due to excessive rubbing with tissue.
Then the hell hole of all classes - PE! To start out, I got my phone confiscated for TWO WEEKS, which means I won't get it back until Then day before Christmas Eve! Then while waiting for my next class, I get some older dick of a guy asking me if I'm performing in the School Talent Show ( I am), but of course he knew I was and was really only taking the piss of me. The Some equally as big of a **** of a guy runs down the corridoor and bumps into me, knowing my glasses off. It was most likely an accident, but this guy had given me a lot of hassle in the past, I scream a profanity at him and storm off in to the bathroom. I go the the only stall only to find the floor covered in vomit - LOVELY!
Then tot ip it all off, whilst waiting for the teacher to arrive, a guy in my class starts taking the piss out of me and I just lose it, shout at him in front of everyone that he better **** as I wasn't in the mood for his BS today. I continue to argue with him, end up in tears, listening to him call me schitzophrenic and this bitch behind me laughing, only to be harassed about what was wrong with me for the next two classes.
What a load of old **** . . .
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