I bought Absolute Dissent by Killing Joke this week. Oh my God it is utter ecstasy. I've never enjoyed every second of an album so much, Fire by Electric Six is close, but this is something else.
Other things, I have successfully ballsed up an entire classes work by not typing 3 sheets of paper. I tried distributing the stuff I typed up on Facebook, but I highly doubt people will use it.
I also did some makeup like the drama nerd I am. I basically got someone in my drama class to just let me work on her face, with a massive box of theatre makeup. She looked FAHHHHHHBULOUS. Well, maybe, she looked like what she was meant to look like, so I see it as a success.
It's also fucking tipping down snow. What the fuck? I don't want a winter ass wonderland thanks very much, I'd rather be able to actually go places, yeah?
Kids round here are real pussies though, I got hit in the back of the head with a snowball on the way out of school, thrown by a little ginger kid. Nothing against gingers, but he was, it's a fact. Anyway, I'm not exactly tall, I'm not even 6 foot I don't think, so he's thinking "Haha, look at that little fat kid, he must be like Year 8 or something, I'll lob one at him!" Keep in mind that as a 6th Former, I can war my own clothes, so that tells people I'm older. I'm wearing black jeans today and I have a longish button up jacket, so I don't think I'm clearly a 6th Former.
Anyhoo, I get hit and I take my headphones off, turn round and ask him what he think's he's playing at. He sees my trainers, t-shirt and goes "Fuck, you're 6th Form!" and runs out the school gates. I'm left there with a slightly chilly neck and a smile on my face knowing that some kid is now scared of me. Which is how 6th Formers should be seen.
Kids at out school have no respect, when I was in year 7 or 8, I wouldn't even look at a 6th Form student, but now these little chavvy shits will actively try and get a rise out of us because it's funny. They'll steal our footballs, thrown rubbish and snowballs into our shiny cared for common room and tell us to get the fuck out their way when they kick a tennis ball straight into your temple. Because walking across the playground to go to lesson makes you a pussy faggot if you interrupt their game of "Let's hurt some girls with balls and force".
I worry for these kids too, one of these days, in the big bad world, they are gonna end up pushing past a person with some kind of chemical instability and get stabbed. I'd love to care really, but I don't. It's just adding a little chlorine to the gene pool.
I also hit a revelation today, courtesy of my own mother. Mum follows me on Facebook, and up until recently this wasn't an issue, she could even be funny every now and then. Until I asked her to let me unfriend her because in the next few years, there are sure to be countless things said on there that she shouldn't know and pictures involving drinking that she shouldn't see. When I explained this all to her, I was expecting either a "What's going to be happening then? Something you want to tell me? Is this why your grades are falling?" or a "Yeah, OK. No problem, I understand".
Instead, she comes out with this, word for word.
"Don't bother, you need friends for that kind of stuff,."
And on that note, I'm gonna leave it. My life is great.
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