mood: irritated
music: bruce the ever-failing
CPCetc: why, damnit, why???

The best thing I've read all day:
We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.

And now for something completely different.

I'm about to do something incredibly stupid: I'm about to rant about Thetard. Now, I know for a fact that Thetard reads our blogs; the told me as much. And I know that she has the power to not only black-list me from all Thespian activities for the next year-and-a-half, but to also fail me in two of my classes. But you know what? I'm sixteen-years-old and I really need to rant right now. So, Mrs. T, if you would be so kind as to stop reading right now, I'd really appreciate it because I don't want to offend you. And if you do continue reading after you have been so warned, please keep in mind that students complain about their teachers. It's a fact of life.

Here's what's going on down now. We were assigned to read some abstracts for Jane Eyre because we didn't get to spend a lot of time on it in class. When first we were assigned thusly, Paiga and I very respectfully explained that we had be accidentally assigned to two groups and Laurel just as respectfully explained that she hadn't been assigned at all. Thetard promised she would fix this and we left her to do such. NOW, today when I decide it might be a decent idea to do said assignment, I discover that Laurel is assigned to a group. A group I'm in. In fact, I'm assigned twice. And Paige isn't assigned at all. Oh dear.

"Self," I say to myself, "this is gonna be a bitch."

"Yes, Self," I reply. "Yes it is."

But I very dutifully set to work on this here monstrosity of BreakWork. So I open one of the articles. Twenty-three pages. On feminism. Thetard feminism that is. Which isn't so much feminism as it is an excuse for why they have six kids and stay at home.

And I say, "Self?"

"Yes, Self?"

"This could be most unpleasant."

"Yes, yes it could."

But I remain optimistic. "No, Thetard!" I declare. "You will not rape the modernism out of my ass with your metaphorical wang of family values!" I stand strong.

But it gets better.

The second article is twenty-eight pages. On how Jane Eyre represents the messiah.

Vat de fock, mann. Vat. De. Fock.

It's one thing to give the Modern Woman an article on antique feminism. That can be forgiven. It's another to give the Jew an article on christian propaganda.

RTIAWE,.RKJNEWRIOUEWRA;EWOIUREAWO;RIJ!!!!!


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