Italian club is doing this carnival event in the courtyard tomorrow at the High School.
Freakin' A! I'm so stoked!
I'm in the Italian club, so we'll be dressing up in masks and colorful costumes and parade around the school during all lunches. So, two hours of being in the hot, sweltering heat with music, pizza, and friends. It's a promo for the cultural background, improving awareness on how awesome Italy is. Yuppers! I've got my outfit and everything else set up.
I honestly can't wait. BUT! And yes, there is a very big butt in this situation. Somebody who I used to know, yet I'm slightly afraid and nervous around because I used to be infatuated with them, is also coming. Their in Italian class, and all italian classes are staying during all lunches.
And that's a negative. Because I honestly hate dealing with people. I, um...tend to avoid the ones I don't get along with.
In other news, today was alright.
RANT:
One thing: I don't like Michael M. Not in the least. I want him to stop bothering me. He probably thinks we're still friends and it's okay to still talk to him, but I made it as nicely clear as possible: I don't want to be friends. EVER. His quirks annoy the shite out of me. Please, back off, dude.
I don't like it when you say everyone is a bitch.
I don't like your constant need to be weird. Combing people's knees? Seriously?
I don't like that you ALWAYS have to be talking. SILENCE is golden and does not mean people are uncomfortable, they just want peace and quiet.
I don't like your over-sensitivity. Not everyone desires to rip down your self-esteem.
I don't like you claiming you have OCD and use it as an excuse to constantly brush my hair.
And, oh yeah. I hate that you think it's okay to take my new brush to comb your greasy hair without my permission.
Stop calling me 3/4 of a girl. Last I checked, I have boobs.
We are not friends. We are not enemies. When I said I wanted to distance myself from you, I meant it.
So, help me out here: Leave me alone, or I will explode.
I tolerate you in class but this is what I'm really thinking inside my head, capisce?
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wow.
ReplyDeletethis Michael M. sounds kind of a stalker.
I like it. I love when you're annoyed it's so funny.
hahahahahaha =)
totally agree on the: silence doesn't mean people are uncomfortable,, because actually silence is one of the most common "comfort signs".
whatever you wanna call them.
=)