I'm not dead. Just didn't remember to post in this regularly. D:
Will update uh...soon?

So uh. More bitching! I seem to be doing alot this summer. :D
First. Math teacher. She was on vacation and...shit and got back today, so I called for the oral component. She wasn't there. Ma started running at the mouth as usual. saying dumb shit about my sleep schedule. It's summer. I'm not going to sleep regular hours. Fuck you. Then the teacher calls and gives me that 'tutor get? lol' shit. I'm thinking, 'fuck off', and ma's like, 'call a tutor'. I'm like, 'waste of time, just need to review', she's like, 'quit playing that fucking online game'.
Now, people making stupid judgements about things I do pisses me the fuck off. I've had her do that shit in front of teachers too. Like this one time in sixth grade she said 'you can remember that Mario and Zelda stuff'-- urgh. I felt like smacking her. Maybe if the teachers'd spend less time putting together fancy-looking lessons and actually doing their fucking job, I'd not fail! I swear, bitch shoulda just dropped me.
I mean, look at this shit.

When you go to an amusement park, you must plan ahead. If you don't have everything you need for the day, you might be wasting your time and money. Do you have sunscreen? Your wallet? Your camera with batteries and film?

To have a great time in this course, we must also plan ahead a little. Let's make sure we have the essential math skills that the remainder of the course will build on. We will review them and check them off just like packing a bag for a day of fun!

Sunscreen? For an amusement park? Spend less time trying to sound fun, and more time just saying, 'Here's some things you need to know in order to pass this class'.

And if ma'd spend less time making shitty deductions and just say 'get to work', I wouldn't be such a grouchy fucker all the time. God. No matter how the fuck hard I try, she gives me a 'you can do better', or a 'sleep normal hours', or a 'quit spending so much time on WoW' bullshit line. And I can't say jack shit cause she'll just start going on about how grouchy I am. Not happening anymore. I'm saying things.

I think this is why people join the military.

*whine whine whine*
Summer sucked~ good thing I'm not returning this year. No siree! I'm getting a job! And doing classes online!
This will mostly be about classes online and how much they suck. My mother tells me not to post stuff like this because THEY COULD BE MONITORING IT AND MIGHT GET OFFENDED AND FAIL YOU, but I assure her that if they were to fail students over such stupid, petty things, they'd get fired.
So. I'm doing Florida Virtual Schools. Got two classes, two teachers.

SAT Prep
Liberal Arts Mathematics ( because Mr. Tracey was gay and failed me in geometry )


SAT Prep - at first I thought the teacher'd be a total dick, but I've heard nothing but good things about my work from him. So it's cool. And I'm passing.
Liberal Arts Mathematics - at first I thought, oh! The teacher's an annoying bitch because she won't shut the fuck up and quit sending Emails. So I make my goddamned welcome call, and SAY I WANT TO DO TRADITIONAL PACE, meaning I don't want to be rushed to hand in work, and what does she do but that?
The first time is okay. I didn't know I had to do work. But I do six assignments, and she rides me for getting them wrong, then tells me I need to do up to 02.06. I tell her this. She's like, 'o ok well do them over again usk'. So I do. They're wrong. She suggests I talk to the tutors.
Now, this is what every math teacher, Mr. Halbert and possibly Tracey being exceptions, has done to me.


Teacher> You failed your last...( insert assignment here ). Any reason?
Me> Math's not my strong point.
Teacher> Well, we have tutors.
Me> *snort*
Teacher> What?
Me> What good are tutors but an environment to quietly do homework in? They never help you; they just socialize with the other students and when you ask for help tell you to read passages from the textbooks.
Teacher> If--
Slutty McClitsludge> *walks in, smelling like booze, cum, and smoke* Yeah, yeah...I'm late. My truck wouldn't start.
Teacher> Oh, god. I'll deal with you later.
Me> Mmkay.


I wish we'd just have to have 2.0 or 2.5 credits to graduate math. Most of the shit you learn in math courses is just pointless. Not the basic stuff, but after that, who gives a fuck?
And I had this Physical Fitness class. Well...heh. That was a whole 'nother story. The teacher tried too hard to be all perky-happy, using CAPS WHENEVER POSSIBLE, and gave me a zero for asking how to finish an assignment she didn't provide adequate instructions on. So I dropped.

BLEH. Whatever. Made a Greatest Journal. It's so cool...blog sites always make me feel so nostalgic. It reminds me of my uJournal, back when I was homeschooled. Writing nonsense in it was so much fun, because that was all I did back then: nonsense. I'd just, like, post quiz results. Maybe thoughts on the day. But not much.
And like yesterday I watched the Stargate SG-1 and Stargate Atlantis premieres. Neat. I hope I get to see Morena Baccarin soon. ; ;! And then I noticed something else. Tori Higginson's breasts. They are HUEG. It's like she has XBOXES in her shirt. =O Large, meaty, squishy, milky XBoxes. Add to that, she's adorable. OH SHIT. She might get offended by my thoughts on her body and SUE me. =O!
Right. Might update later today.

People who don't like 4chan suck.

I really lagged on that 'next post'. XD
Ayhemm. More bitching. Be prepared.

So. Umm. My family came down here last month-- not all of them, but my uncle Jerry and his three bratty-assed daughters. Also brought his girlfriend. Whoop-dee-fucking-doo.
They leave the brats down here and go to Tampa and get drunk or whatever.
I let the youngest, McKenna, watch TV in my room while her father talks to my mother. I go out to get something, come back a half minute later, the little fucking cunt's got my wallet. I say my money's not in there. She decides to look. She picks up a music box in my corner-- a Feng Shui arrangement, and digs through the money. I figure, 'hey. Kid's seven. I can say anything and she'll give the money back'. I tell her to give back the quarter she took out of it. She refuses. I say it's 'lucky money' and that I'll be 'poor and unlucky' if I don't get it back. Little cuntpipe still doesn't yield. Whore. When you need money for food for your kids and I'm a rich author you're not getting jack shit.So I shrug it off. Then they get Mustafa from work and go to the pool when he's home and watching TV. I sit in my room and write.
They come back and it's pizza time! Joy. This means I have to mix pizza dough. Samantha, the oldest ( I remember her when she was but a fetus ), makes a snide crack when I misread the directions. I wanna make her jaw crack but remember that I have to be nice because she's family, and family means you're obligated to be nice even when they try to kill you. I'm not nice to anybody. I shrug off the comment and ma and I begin chopping ingredients. Kenna takes it upon herself to take HANDFULS OF THE STUFF and eat them. Then, with spitty hands, take some more. And she didn't even wash her hands correctly. They decorate their pizzas, Mustafa and I wait for ours, and while I'm putting the pizzas in the oven, the brat says she wants to help and I almost get burned. But, y'know, family! She keeps asking to help like a million times and we put her and Emily on the computer. Emily's the second-oldest/youngest. Middle kid.
Sam puts topping on a Jell-O cake and I have to install AIM for her. Because she's at the 'cravin dicks' age of fourteen or whatever and dresses like a slut according to her mother. And has to talk. About boyth and thtuff. But her mother's a rude cuntbag and 'dresses like a slut' could mean 'dresses like a nun'. Pizzas are finished, I don't eat most of mine because it probably has shigella on it. Kenna wants to watch cartoons again. Okay. So she farts in my room. On my chair. With a fabric pad. FABRIC. GASES SEEP INTO FABRIC. She spends like fifteen minutes farting and laughing like fucking nails on a chalkboard. TYAHAHAHA! I hate little kids and I hate their laughter.
I spend fifteen minutes gassing my room. Ma wonders what's so funny and lols. I make an Italian 'fuck you' gesture. I don't know what the fuck the brat was watching. Some gay Fairly Oddparents shit with some gayer live action preteen drama with kids being all 'boyfriend ^^' and shit. You don't understand love at twelve.
Then there was the commercial for Monster House or something. Looked stupid. Seriously. If you're gonna make a movie, make a GOOD ONE WITH EITHER GOOD ANIMATED WORK OR A FUCKING LIVE ACTION SET. None of this gay CG shit like on Finding Nemo or stupid clay like on Tim Burton's movies. Fucking hate Tim Burton. All the emo kids like him. Jack off in circles while watching his stuff and cut.
She looks at Bob Mk. II's screen. Insults my wallpaper of Trish from Devil May Cry, saying 'she's gross'. I wanted to say she was gross too but you know. FAMILY! She tries going through my stuff and I tell her no. She says 'why', I say 'it's my stuff; it's rude to go through other people's belongings'. THEN BRATS GO TO POOL AGAIN! I follow. No idea why. Read How to Win Friends and Influence People. Boring. Listen to Sam talk about school. Kenna tries to disturb my rest. Annoying little fucker from some other building acts all loud and stuff. I think he's the one who dances at the doorway to the school bus and blocks traffic. Brat. I decide to go home five minutes before everyone else does. Go to sleep.
Well, actually I pine for a few minutes, remembering that Alyce didn't like little kids. I don't
like little kids either. She was a really nice girl. I was lucky she even treated me with respect... I didn't deserve it.
Okay. So I pined, then slept, got up, and the brats left at like twelve so they could go to Bush Gardens before it closed due to storms or something. I dunno. Before I left ma was like, 'oh yeah. If you want you can come back any time. That way Kenna can fart in Mikey's room again! LOLOLOL' needless to say I felt like punching everybody for laughing. The only kid who didn't give me shit was Emily. She was good. She was well-behaved. Everyone else was a brat.
So the rest of the month I played Baldur's Gate and slept. Now I'm playing WoW and doing homework. I dropped fitness.
More bitching later.