April 04, 2003 - 5:31 pm
I’m in a sour mood. A nasty, evil, sour mood. I’ve been in this mood since the moment my eyes cracked open. I blame the Nyquil. Sometimes, when I take the Nyquil I wake up the next morning feeling all weird and groggy and unnatural. Somehow I managed to get myself out of bed and off to class. I’m actually quite proud of myself for that. 70 percent of me wanted to stay in bed. Another 15 percent knew that I should get my ass in the shower. The last 15 percent really wanted to break into “Sun and Moon” from Miss Saigon but thankfully, that never happened.
School didn’t ameliorate the situation. You remember Nikki, don’t you? Things have gotten worse. She no longer just annoys me. Now, when I look at her, the flames of Hell rage up inside of me and I’m forced to break my stare before I’m tempted to jump up out of my seat and rip her ugly little face off. I’ve composed a bulleted list of things that I don’t like about her that I plan on reciting to her come graduation day. I present to you now an excerpt from aforementioned list:
- You’re ugly
- You smell like shit
- You have greasy hair that most likely hasn’t been washed properly in months.
- You’re stupid
- You’ll never amount to anything
- You’re a terrible mother
The list goes on and I’m sure I will be adding to it in the months to come. For now, just writing the list makes me feel good. The mere thought of telling it to her almost brings a tear of joy to my little eye.
Hello, I’m still the projected valedictorian of my class. Eight months and running, six months to go.
I got a 95 on the last project I turned in. The highest grade he awarded was a 95. Nikki also got a 95. The only difference between my 95 and her 95 is that I did all of the work for my 95 all by myself. She, on the other hand, cons poor, unsuspecting lab instructors into doing the work for her. She’s a whore like that. I want her dead.
My blood is boiling again. Do you see what she does to me?
Once, in one of my earlier classes, we had to design an interface for a website. She opted to do a website for an artist friend of hers. It would be an “Online Gallery”. It looked like this. Each of the black squares represents one of her artist friend’s works. When questioned by the teacher why she opted to place all of the thumbnails onto the page in such a haphazard manner she responded with, “Because when you walk into an art gallery you see everything at once.” Honestly, I can’t even comment on that. I can’t. Wait, I can. YOU STUPID FUCKING IDIOT WHAT TYPE OF ART GALLERIES DO YOU FREQUENT WHERE THEY THROW EVERY SINGLE PIECE OF ART UP ON ONE GIANT UGLY GRADIENT WALL???
I’m too worked up. I can’t go on. Wait! I can! I can go on and I will!
She once cried to one of my fellow classmates in lab. She was blubbering something about how she couldn’t understand why her work isn’t better received. She said, “I don’t get it! I think I’m putting out some of the best work in the class! I don’t understand why I’m not being recognized!” Oh, you’re being recognized all right! You’re recognized school-wide as the crazy motherfucking ugly-ass bitch who drags her unfortunate little seven-year-old son to class with her because she refuses to pay for daycare or for a baby sitter because she’s opted to pay thirty thousand dollars that she doesn’t have to go to a school for something that she knows nothing about! How’s that for recognition?
Honestly, if I don’t stop know I never will.
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