I am stripped of all but pride

Okay. So, I hate everyone, but that's nothing new. At least you get the last post now, right?

Please pretend the banner isn't shit-tacular.

I want out.

Blah. I really do hate everything.

But that's a story for another time. So far, the novel is going well. I'm up to about the beginning of the mid-part of chapter 5, nearing 19 pages so far, giving each chapter an average length of 4 pages. That's in Word with margins of about .7 in., I think, so, when sized down for a book, that'd probably give about eight to ten pages each so far. Chapter 5 is nowhere near done, because there's a lot of information in it.

Why am I babbling about this? Whatever. This is pretty much my lone happiness at the moment. School, so far, blows this year. I really don't like the cello -- and my cello teacher is an arse, in my opinion. In fact, most of my teachers suck. ...And I have orchestra in about twenty minutes. They won't let me change out of this class just 'cause I hate it... even though that's pretty much why I switched out of marine biology, creative writing, and physics (though that was 'cause I didn't see the need to take a second course of physics). I want to go back into Latin, but it's at the same time as my database class, which is all online, yet they can't let me take it during like... my lunch, or some shit.

Tomorrow, too, will suck. I will have an open block at the beginning of the day for a hundred minutes. Then a lunch hour, then orchestra. Then, I will have band, and logic and hardware, finally debate. Debate is cool. However, tomorrow, there will be a sub. Subs are incompetent. That, or they're assholes.

After that, I have anime club. The leader of anime club used to be cooler, but she is now a total bitch. She told me to shut down my computer, claiming it was a distraction. It is nigh noiseless. The glow cannot be seen from where she sits -- at the front. I sit all the way at the back, not bothering anyone. The glow shines on the back wall. Does not go toward the front at all. The only way she could see it is if she turns to look. In which case, she is looking in the complete opposite direction from the video screen in the first place and should fuck off.

Such abuse is un-fucking-necessary. So what if I work and watch anime at the same time? It's not like I'm doing important work that my future may depend on. It's just boring little shit. And sure, maybe I shouldn't do that, since that's not what the club is about, but it does also help me from having to carry on any conversations with people in the club. I don't like interacting most of the time.

I don't think I'm that far out of line, am I?

I have to reply to some things on LJ later when I get home. Ignore this. This is just a reference. See, I can't access LJ at school, but I can access IJ.

How fucked up is that?

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Fuck Orchestra. Fuck it. Really. I do not want to take this class, it does not interest me anymore.

I really do think I hate everyone.

Why the fuck am I in a classroom for this class? It requires only a computer. I do not need to be a goddamn classroom! I could be doing better things this period and do this shit in my free period!

Fucking hell.

That was the easiest exam I've had for Latin all year. Needless to say, though, the Caesar translation was a minor ballbuster, but the grammar questions? My teacher should have just given us the fucking points instead of wasting our goddamn time. In fact, why did they even give us finals in any class?

While I'm talking about time-wasters... ...Naw, fuck it, I got opinions before.

Finals are making me lawl. My schedule for finals:

Thursday:

• 8:30-10:00 - Calculus
  
• 10:20-11:50 - Band
  
• 12:00-2:30 - Sociology

Friday:

• 8:30-10:00 - Shakespeare
  
• 10:20-11:50 - Latin II

Monday:

• 10:20-11:50 - Physics

We did the Calculus final in class, but I had to be there anyway. (Stupid though, there were only a few others in that class who hadn't graduated.)

No final for band.

I'm expecting a final for Sociology.

Already took the final for Shakespeare.

Know approximately what will be on the Latin II final.

Already took the physics final.

So yeah. Why am I even here today?

Dude. I always knew my school was fucked up, but...

The head of the school's cheerleading team sent letters to Chicago Public Schools and Arne Duncan because they didn't win the competition, citing that the judges were biased against either them or the moves performed. Okay, fuckbuckets, how about this: You just suck, shut the fuck up and grow some fucking sex organs. The judges didn't like your performance? Oh, boo hoo.

I swear, there is more wank at my school than there is at the average RP. Speaking of RP: Hey, folks, if something turns you away, you say it out-of-character, not in-character. If your character is anooyed by something in-character, that only means they are. It's not, as you say, a "miscommunication," you're just a fucking retard. If you're annoyed by something yourself, that's fine, but remember the in-character/out-of-character line and stop trying to cause general wank. Okay, now I'm all pissed-off at myself because I didn't know I was upsetting you, I thought it was only aggrevating your character.

Before anyone says anything, yes, I can prove that a character saying that they don't like something in-character doesn't mean the mun doesn't like it.

So, anyway, I'm half finished with my AP testing, and other than AP classes I'm taking only four classes, so hopefully the rest of the year will be slightly less stressful. That said, I have an urge to discuss the test just because they said not to, but, I've forgotten all the questions, short of the fact that they make you dance like a fucking monkey for no reason whatsoever. In the end, though, even if I do pass my APs, I doubt the end results of the APs will mean anything.

So... yeah. Tomorrow I have to go to school, even though we're not doing anything. Instead, they're forcing me to help them, and I'm not even getting anything for doing this shit.

Suffice to say I won't be attending.

Fuck the system.