'Tis better to reign in hell than to serve in heaven... or something.

So I'm sitting here... at highschool... doing literature... of which I did last year....

So kiddies, can you circle what's wrong in that sentence? Did you circle every goddamned thing? No? Idiot!

So I'm taking Lit 12 again, because, well, I failed last year and I don't want to have a big freakin' 'F' sitting next to one of my best subjects. 'So,' I say to myself, 'I think I'll go back to school. There's a good idea and a half.' So my naive self drags my fat ass back to school to torture myself voluntarily.

So, I started another sentence with so. How many's that now?

Stupid school. Stupid computers. Stupid T1 line that is shared with five freaking schools. Stupid using 'freak' as a substitute for 'fuck'. Atleast I have cool hair. That or obscenely stupid looking hair. Either way, some kid wanted to film it for his stupid media project.

Whatever.

I felt like screaming, "No! Do not make me part of your silly highschool project, peon! I am a year older than you and therefore higher on the social ladder! Begone with ye!"

And then I remembered that the only thing worse than a highschool kid is a voluntary one.

For shame Andrew, for shame.

Andrew.