Hey let’s rant about that cunt in my French class HOORAY.

So first of all, she boasts about her French heritage so much that even when she’s not boasting literally, she’s sort of boasting. Everything about the way she carries herself out. She’s obnoxiously loud and probably thinks she’s really charismatic when, in reality, she’s just really fucking annoying. She constantly has conversations with the teacher in the middle of class without putting her hand up as if to, once again, boast about herself. As I’ve told people many times before, she puts the huge cock in “proud like a peacock”. I may not pay attention at all in class, but I’d rather be learning the curriculum than what this ugly troglodyte had for dinner the night before — or whatever.

Today, while the teacher gave us time to work on our homework, she thought it would be fun to start talking about her opinions. First she preached on and on with her little group of spineless grade grovellers about how gays “choose” to like the same sex, or something. She gave some stupid examples about like, “when I see someone I like, I make the decision whether I want to go out with them or not,” and seemed to think that justified her point. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m absolutely fine with people having their own opinion, but she was straight up preaching. If anyone would try to get a word in edgewise, she’d just speak over them and whatever.

So in our little corner of the room, Meredith, Sergiu, Aimee and I tried to drown them out, literally speaking above them. Of course, I’m a passive-aggressive dick so when the topic of potatoes came up in conversation, I was basically speaking over everyone like, “HEY POTATOES ARE PRETTY GREAT. I THINK POTATOES ARE A REALLY INOFFENSIVE TOPIC LET’S ALL TALK ABOUT POTATOES.” And made a sly dig toward one of the points this girl used in her argument (something about how gays see gay people and choose to like that) and went like, “MAN I HAVE A FEELING THAT EVEN IF I’D NEVER SEEN A POTATO IN MY LIFE, I’D STILL LIKE POTATOES!”

Afterwards, I really could not stand that girl’s conversation at all and politely went to my teacher and asked her if I could go for a walk because “I really don’t like the conversation that’s going on over there,” and of course she let me go and apparently told them all to stop talking about that. I walked around the halls for a few minutes and realized my hand were really shaky and so I tried to calm myself down before going back to class.

The conversation transpired to another opinion of hers: god exists and basically anyone who says they don’t believe in god is WRONG. I sat there for the last fifteen minutes or so just BITING MY HANDS because I swear: if I hadn’t, I’d have probably gone over there and tried to shut her up myself — which would not be a good idea at all. As soon as the bell rang, I went to my locker and was just seething and then Lippa came by and I don’t know why but I sort of just broke down a little because that’s just the most wonderful thing I do when I’m angry: I cry like a faggot pussy. Lippa took me over to Andrea and they sort of commiserated with me though the only real words of explanation I could give, unless I wanted to actually start sobbing like a loser, was “I am really fucking angry.”

A gold star for my eloquence.

I wasn’t angry because she had an opinion that differed from mine, but rather because the way she spoke as if, ultimately, the words she spoke were golden. I also hated how her group sat by her in a sort of awe, agreeing with everything she said (when they didn’t agree, it’s not like they were given an opportunity to speak, anyways). I felt as if she was personally insulting me, without even knowing it, and because of that latter point, I was not being able to defend myself. I was eavesdropping — but it’s hard to not overhead a whispered conversation when it’s spoken through a megaphone, you know?

The icing to the fucking cake? In biology, Ms Bruni brought up how the Anthropology students had just learned that anthropologists believe humans teach themselves a lot of things and develop themselves through what they are presented (which was the argument this girl in French was making, however convoluted her application of the concept was). Ms Bruni then proceeded to touch upon the fact that a lot of things are in our genetic makeup.

Maybe I’d have more respect for this cunt if her arguments were sincere but now that I know she was just projecting the things she learned like light through a warped lens… Yeah, I don’t feel guilty for the things I say about her at all now.