First Day Back At School
May 4, 2007
Wednesday was my first day back at school. OMG I was sooo nervous because of the senior beatdown. I didn’t want to have my urethra stapled to my floor like that other unlucky senior did (remember? I know.).
That’s why I totally couldn’t sleep Tuesday night, whether I tried to or not. I tossed, turned, and masturbated for eight hours. Luckily, I finally fell asleep by the time I needed to wake up for school. I promptly leaped right out of bed extremely slowly and groggily, showered, and went to my room to decide what clothes to cover my asscheeks with.
I had to choose my clothes carefully. There’re tons of awesome racists in my school, and I didn’t want to have any more of a senior beatdown than I needed by wearing anything overly black (I only needed very little senior beatdown), so I just wore my Sean John T-shirt under 4XL Platinum Fubu hoodie, with 38W 98L Ecko Jeans. I turned my South Pole hat sideways but not too sideways, and put on five of my best 999-carot huge gold chains around my neck. Whew. That’s about as white as I can possibly get (barring, like, a “popped” collar or whatever). So, once I was confident that my choice in attire would fool all the Nazis into thinking I was “one of them”, I entered the school building.
Instantly I was bombarded with the PA system blaring an important message. “TEST!” the announcement said solemnly. “TEST… 1 2 3.” I was touched. The announcement was so … poetic. I simply couldn’t suppress a hard-on. They continued to announce that all day. What a nice gesture for all the students.
I wondered where my locker was. I assumed that it was in the “cool” section of the school because the locker number was 1337. But when I finally found it, no … it was in the “the people in this section absolutely suck almonds” section. And what’s worse, it’s in the 8-mile hallway (that I’ve mentioned before), so I have to bring my bicycle if I’m ever going to make it to class on time. But I didn’t have my bicycle today, since my bike’s at the repair shop (after that whole tree-climbing-with-my-bike incident). Nor do I have my license yet, so I couldn’t even use the Rent-An-Absolute-Fucking-Wreck that’s placed in the 8-mile hall for convenience.
So I used my Spidey web-cannons that I won from an internet scam to fly across the hallway as quickly as I could. I made it to my class just a couple days late. I sat down in homeroom and listened to the regular morning announcements on the PA. “kkadkasdkkkkkkkkkk…” The PA was garbled. “kkkkkkcchhshshhhhhhhhhh kkkkkkcchhshshhhhhhhhhh … TEST! TEST 1 2 3.” Wow. Still as heart-touching as the first time. Tears of joy whispered ‘Geronimo’ as they fell from my eyes. It then became my life destiny to meet the one who wrote those beautiful words.
I looked at my shiny new class schedule, wondering why it was shiny. My next class was Global 10. Wait, Global “10″, what the fuck? That’s for puny illegible sophomores, and I’m a senior!! Oh shit!! And I’m the BEST senior ever, dare I say SUPER senior in fact! So I went to that class cautiously, expecting the absolute worst.
I entered the classroom and took a seat. I looked around. The chalkboard said, “Welcome Dumbasses!”. Dumbasses? Fuck! Something wasn’t right. It was then I realized it – I had been misplaced in a special ed class. Shit shitty shittitty shittitty titty titty tit!!!
I completely panicked. Everything was spinning around me. My heart raced. Special Ed??? What the hell was going on? Why was I put in this class for dumbasses?? I was so terrified that my whole body was shaking in fear. I’d never been that nervous, ever – I mean, my penis was shaking against my pants and it didn’t even feel that good.
I quickly turned to the person sitting next to me and desperately asked for help.
“Oh my god, dude, you GOTTA HELP ME! I’m in the wrong fucking class! I’m not supposed to be in fucking SPECIAL ED.!!!” I said shakily and petrified.
“TIMMAAY,” he empathized.
“NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I whispered quietly, throwing my hands up dramatically.
I stood up on all twos. “I can’t STAY here any longer!!” I declared to the teacher. “I mean, I’m not …. fucking …. ‘special’…”
The politically-correct teacher calmly corrected me, “Excuse me. These people aren’t ‘special’ … they’re just ‘retarded‘.”
With that, I absolutely freaked. I picked up a desk and threw it violently back down to the floor on its legs exactly how it was. I went berserk, breaking a pencil in half and savagely gluing it back together. I roared ferociously and skipped out of the classroom.
I hope I never have to go to that class again.
Oh – and the rest of the day was just peachy.
More at JaysSite. Bitch.
Finally…
May 4, 2007
All of my internet- and computer-related problems are sorted out, and I have access to PhotoShop again. Bye-bye, McAfee! Hello, secure internet connection (and AVG Free).
Anyway… Now I can get back to being as I was forum-wise, although boredom is striking me again. I am seriously considering quitting forums permanently… But, for now, I will be working on InvisionFree Ascendency and Impaqt Gaming. When — IF I do decide to quit forums, I will give all of my friends a long-term notice.
That’s pretty much all I have to post. Peace for porn.
NOOOOOOO!
April 18, 2007
Damn the Easter holidays for being so short. I ALREADY have to go back to college tomorrow, and, boy, am I dreading it. All that work… Although, I guess it’s better than being back at school. Damn, I hate life. Perhaps I should just go hole up in a hedge or something and see if anyone notices I’m gone. =/
Yippee!
April 14, 2007
…Is that how you spell it? =/
Anyway, Lustre has agreed to make a maintitle. Yes, there are skinners out there who aren’t greedy, selfish bastards who can’t take ten minutes out of their time to whip up a maintitle so that Zeta Evolution can return. <33333333333333333333
All I had to do was whip up some of the rest of the skin beforehand, coz he prefers making maintitles after everything else. So, without further ado, here is said skin, lacking maintitle – I think I did pretty well on it, considering the colour scheme I was given.
The Hunt Continues…
April 14, 2007
Yep, I’m still in serious need of a maintitle. Please, if you can make nice maintitles, and you’re a generous enough person to donate one, then for the love of everything and anything, send me one! You never know, it could become a part of the best skin yet to grace IF.
Whatever. Just please, please send me a maintitle. Don’t make me start up a charity appeal.
ambeeunce@gmail.com
Goddamn.
December 23, 2006
Yay, a post on forum life!
ZE / Nothing going wrong there.
ZBSP / WTF. First I’m Reviews, then I’m “Retired Staff (STILL TEMP)”, then I try to get back on reviews and apparently “the teams full”. Sort yourselves out, you immature fuckers. Jared, get some better fucking staff.
SBRC / Practically dead. <_<
AdU / Richo sucks. The fact that Lustre’s been promoted there sucks. Reliq is a crap admin (no offence, it’s solid fact). There are only 3 secksy people on staff nao (maybe 4). Sakura, Virus, Alecksis, and maybe others. Noobs.
IFSZ / WTF @ me being active there. I’ve ALWAYS said that the staff are robots and that it sucks. :/
Grr…
December 9, 2006
Today was SO FUCKING ANNOYING.
Honestly, I can’t do ONE FUCKING THING WITHOUT MY LAPTOP CRASHING BECAUSE SOME FUCKER DECIDES TO TALK TO ME ON MSN. PHOTOSHOP TAKES UP ENOUGH OF MY COMPUTER’S CPU, AND MSN DRIVES IT TOO MUCH WHEN RUN AT THE SAME FUCKING TIME. DO NOT FUCKING TALK TO ME ON MSN IF I AM WORKING IN PHOTOSHOP!!!
This’ll be fixed soon, because I’m getting more memory and more CPU space, but PLEASE PLEASE DO NOT FUCKING TALK TO ME ON MSN IF THERE IS A BUSY/AWAY SIGN NEXT TO MY NAME.
*ahem*
Anyway, sorry for my not-posting-daily, as I promised, but the llamas told me to do it. Plus, there’s been absolutely fuck all to write about over the past few days. All that’s been happening is absolute CRAP. College is CRAP. Online PM requests are CRAP.
The only thing I look forward to in life – LEAVING FUCKING COLLEGE.
The only thing I’m currently looking forward to online – ZE’s REVAMP.
Which reminds me;
OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG LOL ZE’S ACTIVITY MIGHT COME BACK LYKWHOMG.
Stfu and GOGO.
Same old boring day…
November 29, 2006
What? A boring day in the life of me? Indeed.
Got up, went to college, came back, reset computer, got internet back online, and here I am.
Boring much?
I’ll stop typing now so as to stop boring you with my boringness.
