Gotta Love A Fool

My 4/5 teacher (For the purposes of my blog let's call her Laframboise) let's me out of class because I say I need to "go check something". So now I sit here and blog. And Holy shitstorm, the drama. Firstly, someone (Let's call her Elisa) is going to get kicked out of the locker she shares with...Moaner, and thursday she's going to get bitched out! O Shit! Secondly, Salty got a buncha hate mail on her Tumblr calling her a whore and a slut because she posted some pics of a rather cute shirtless guy a couple of days after she broke up wiht her loser boyfriend. So her, Moaner and Clarice all individually came to the conclusion that it was Samama who had posted these thigns because she had been the only one to talk to said loser since the breakup and it was kinda obvious that it was written by a chick. But that part of the drama has been allieviated. But now because Elisa is not invited to Christmas Dinner and cut out of Secret Santa, I have to keep the Hello Kitty I got her. Yes, I got her a Hello Kitty. She has no fucking personality! What the hell am I supposed to get her. But I'm not really complaining about keeping Hello Kitty. I mean, I DO love Hello Kitty. She's freakin' adorable. Now I'm singin P!nk's "Glitter In The Air". Wow I'm either depressed or going to lead into "So What!!" with some heavy fucking righteous indignation. OOO Cute boy in the hall stared at me! *Big smiley face, like fucking huge*... Cute boy who's ALSO never had a girlfirend in highschool and who's very quiet and shy. Score!

Work!! Joy of Mother Fucking Joys.

Working with a huge fucking cunt. Wanting to shoot many, MANY customers. Being around so much fucking disgusting shit for so long. Annoying bitch I work with whose a fuckin' ass-kisser to the fucking cunt. Joy to the mother fuckin' world mother fuckers.
But there are some redeeming features. Workin' with Kim and talking in Black-ccents, hangin' in the back and talking about music and culture and the such with Shelly, Kate and I discussing our mutual hatred for said huge fucking cunt.
Anyways, I'm in drive-thru at the window and the huge fucking cunt says, "no singing in my drive-thru". So what do I do? Obey? Bahahahahaha!! Bull fucking shit! I start righteously belting Melissa Etheridge's "Come to my Window". And all she can do is look at me like I cannot believe you just stood up to me.
School tomorrow. FML X(

Pontiacs Can Fly!

So I was driving with my mom today and this little shit-kicker in a shit-kicker little Pontiac gives us the finger and cuts in front of us. So my mom follows down a country road and intentionally rear-ends them. And guess what motherfuckers. Pontiacs can fly. It was proven today. That cars rear end went almost a foot in the air. So now I blog while wearing my favorite lip-gloss. Pecan Passion. :D OMG Watching Miss Congeniality while older = amazing. My favorite part is when Cheryl admits to having stolen the "devil's panties". Je heart. But watching this movie now made me realize, I have to eat pizza drink beer and go out and party on luminescent paint drums with my friends. That would be hilariously amazing.

Holy Fuckballs

$12.50 in tips from a single 5 hour shift last saturday. I cannot believe it. It's like fuckin' magical. But now i have to go plagiarize some shit for English xD

Choir!! (y)

Holy shiznit! I was ACTUALLy good at choir today. I actually garnered a compliment from Sarah, from whom I am used to hearing that I suck shit. -_- Anyways, we're doing the song " 'Til the Last Shot's Fired" by Trace Atkins. Yeah. our choir is doing a country song when no one there sings country normally. And of fucking course, we only had five whole members. Yeah. Great fucking choir when there's only five fucking people. So now i'm home, drinking a mocha cappuccino protein drink. Dee-fuckin'-lish! And supposed to be studying for a Hamlet quiz. Oh well. Fuckballs to that.

I'm Fucking Angry

Motherfuckers! Update! While at the mall, my mom tells me I can't fucking go see Wicked at the Canon Theatre in Toronto.... I'll let that sink into your brain meat. The muscial of the fucking decadde, the one I've wanted to see since I knew it existed, and I'm not fucking allowed to go because it's too expensive. Even though i would have payed with my own fucking money. And how fucking hippocritical is this coming from a woman who's spent thousands on fucking scrapbooking shit. Much of which she'll never use. FUCK!
the only fucking reason I haven't gone on a homicidal fucking rampage is because when I got home i did two of the things to calm me. Physical excercise and a couple cigs. Yay nicotine and endorphins!

Insult plaid all you fucking want...

But I love my plaid coat. It is sofa king warm. Walking home in the cold, watching other people shiver, it's quite funny. Je heart. While listening to the Glee version of telephone and drinking a nice hot Timmies French Vanilla.... It's like an fuckin' orgasm. Joy, motherfuckers. Joy. now normally I don't drink anything like a french vanilla from T-Hos, because theres like 250 calories in a medium, BUT there's this cute guy at the Timmies I go to. I quite enjoy flirting with him and he flirts back. :D But now I have to do a Pre-health essay, English notes to finish and a Law article assignment. +o(. But then off to London to shop for books, and clothes and to find some music!! XD laytah bitchez!