Why is it that I only update this thing when I have homework due, now? Fecking Advanced English. And why is this song so much love when it is far too long and repetetive and never says anything new? Other questions are springing to mind right now, like why the fuck can't I spell anymore, and why aren't I doing homework when it is massive and due TOMORROW, and why the fuck didn't I check the milk properly before I poured it on my cornflakes to make sure I didn't get this slightly-too-old milk taste I've got in my mouth now, and more to the point why the fuck was I eating milk and cornflakes at five thirty in the afternoon in the first place? But I'll forbear. Just.
I know this isn't much of a continuation of that other post, <lj user="metaphoroflife">, but it will do, okay? It's an actual post, be happy.
And hey, I'm a lesbian! According to Luke's stupid little sister, anyway, who has met me once for, oh, five minutes? Fecking stereotypes. It's not that she's calling me a lesbian - honestly couldn't care less, or even that she constantly calls Luke gay. It's that she believes in all those stereotypes and shit, like it's anything but being attracted to people of the same gender that makes someone gay. Yes, Luke sometimes acts like a gay stereotype, acts in stereotypically female ways - but you know what? Doesn't fucking make him gay. Just like my dislike of makeup and dressing up and shopping and all that doesn't make me a lesbian. So fuck you, Luke's sister. Fuck you very much.
Oh, and what a witty insult that was - can't even bloody remember her name, and as if it's possible to get any more original than fuck you - no, wait, you're gay has got to be the most original of the lot. The wit, the talent it takes to come up with something like that! I should be ashamed of my own paltry attempts.
...No, I don't know what brought that on either. And hey, the acoustic version of that Tea Party song The Bazaar. For some reason I really love this song. Is... something. Am odd and stroppy and feeling mild guilt about not doing homework, piss off.
Can't really blame myself for avoiding it, though - what the fuck kind of question is 'In an integrated response sythesis your ideas on HOW your selected texts have developed your understanding of the Individual and Society'. Well, fuck that. Fecking school - English should be something I love, and often I do, but school... twists it, somehow. On my own it's so fascinating, but when it gets institutionalised it... dies, somehow. Like Ancient History, all history, does - I can read about it, in a book or Wikipedia or somewhere, all day, but in school, it's just... bleh.
Especially when you have fucking Mahanadis, who I will proceed to rant about, in true schoolkid-teenager fashion. Fucking bitch, though - she can't teach, especially not something like English which is fucking HARD, and needs every concept to be properly explained, and is full of people who don't like the subject, and aren't naturally good at it, and don't fucking want to be there. People like that need actually HELP, you bitch, not just smug smirking assurances that it will all get harder and you need to develop much better skills. You fuckwit. You think people can develop these kind of things on their own, that just sit someone down with a couple poems and a booklet and they'll magically develop skills in English all on their own? You're a fucking TEACHER, woman, so TEACH us. Hey, I'm being smug and superior there - forget people who hate the subject, who are crap at and only there because they have to be - I love it, and I'm good at it, and I'm going FAIL if you don't start actually TEACHING me.
And you're a stupid ignorant fucktard in every other way as well - you had a temper tantrum when someone suggested that Alexander the Great was gay (he was an Ancienct. Fucking. GREEK!), and every time someone asks you a question about something you said, you repeat what you've already said sixteen times even though WE FUCKING GET IT, WE'RE ASKING YOU SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT, YOU STUPID BITCH, and you never realise when people are paying you out, and you call purple prose and cliched angst a good story and say that we need to develop originality, like purple prose or an angst-ridden suicide that is a 'final freedom' is original, and... AAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHH.
Yes, I have some issues with this teacher. But seriously, can you blame me? I've finished ranting, I hope, but here's some humorous quotes of hers, just to prove how truly stupid the woman is:
STUDENT: Prufrock is obviously gay.
TEACHER: No, it's WEDNESDAY!

TEACHER: I've had three children and I'm still hungry!

Fucking bitch. And she always complains about how hot it is, even when it is quite pleasant weather, because it is not hot, she is just a FAT FUCKING COW. And the reason she is fat is that she never, ever exercises - she was too lazy to walk for FIVE MINUTES from a train station to a museum for an excursion, and then on the way back, she waddled so slow that she made everyone miss their train and get back home an hour late.
Hmm. Clearly I haven't finished ranting. Will try and move on now.
Guess who has a job? Yes, me! I am working, getting paid actual MONEY! I have money! Most of which is going straight to fund Japan trip, but still. And okay, working at a fish and chip shop is hardly glamourous, but I don't care.
Okay, I'm going to be good now. Back to annotating Mrs Beeton for another fucking Related Text Folio. Yay. Although this should be mildly interesting, considering that I am handing in <a href="http://www.metalandmagic.com/Pages/Galleries/Women/babylon.html"this</a> picture as one of my texts to the aforementioned teacher o'doom. Lots of naked woman - hmm, perhaps I am a lesbian after all. Only, well, not.
Oh, and as a final note? Never, but never, read Poppy Z Brite while eating, breakfast or otherwise. My poor abused stomach. All that blood and other assorted fluids and person fantasising about eviscerating someone by hand and whether their eyeballs would taste like mint=cheese suddenly not nearly so appetising. Drawing Blood's pretty good, but the woman still can't write good gay porn.
And I'm thinking about moving over to LJ. I still prefer DJ, but most of my friends are over there, there's only one person on my flist here that actually uses DJ as their main journal, and you have a feed, right, <lj user="athenemiranda">?
But before I do any of that I am going to FINISH MY HOMEWORK. No, really.