I don't hate you. I just don't like you.

If I haven't stated this enough, or if I haven't stated it at all: I'm just a kid. It doesn't matter my age, how tall I am; it all comes down to my secret desire to find Neverland. I might sound crazy (in fact I do sound crazy) but this is just something that needed to be said.

"Don't give me that attitude, you guys. I'm doing it all for you." -Bobby (A Goofy Movie)

Believe it or not, I don't like people very much. Some have labeled me as "angry" "vicious" or even "hostile". As you can see, I am a very complimented person. Throughout the semester I will pick out certain people in my classes and decide as to who I am going to make silent death threats against. This isn't a very difficult process; just the first person who annoys me to the point of wanting to throw them off a hot air balloon ride and strategically position an assortment of strategically placed kitchen utensils under their fall. I can usually pick this person out within the first 20 minutes or so. If I'm lucky and if there is a big class, I can find two, or even three, if it's a really good day (some classes I'm blessed with 79% who make me want to cause bodily harm to others. This semester it was geology. Lucky me.). Actually, I'm not a mean person, and my anger towards certain individuals is not unwarranted-- usually they really are idiots. How do I know this? Well, aside from my amazing skills with weeding out the weak and dumb, I convince those I sit next to to back me up. So, today, in British Lit I was split up with the Catholic-home schooler and Esque. The Catholic-home schooler I have no problem with. I was, in fact, home schooled so I feel a very strong bond with her. You may have noticed, so strong a bond that I don't know her name. However, Esque I have a deep loathing for (the name "Esque" originates from his over use of this tag line. "Dante-esque" "Roman-esque" "physiologic-esque"). He's just an idiot. I'm even semi-nice to the guy (meaning, I didn't spit in his eye. I was aggressively sarcastic, but I didn't spit in his eye). But the whole point of this entire story is that I said something clever, he laughed at it, said "nicely worded" and it gave me no joy! Stupid people who laugh at smart-funny things should not laugh at them because, chances are, they don't get it. There's a whole other level that is intended with these comments and people like Esque are lowering them. All I'm saying is, people like that should be shot.

Go to YouTube and search Flight of the Conchords. They'll make you laugh and cry in the best ways.

"Coffee (which makes politician wise, and wee through all things with half-shut eyes)" -Rape of the Lock
--Carmen