NUMBER 2

Ah, this whole blogging thing is just way too fun for words! I mean, sure I may be being a tad mean...but it does help my mood. Like a lot. And well, until me and my bomb partner in crime Alicia go boy shopping FOR REAL, i'm stuck being single. And let me tell you. I am LOVING it. Let me explain with venting!
KOOKOO
I can wear what I want to now, I can hug and text who I want to...YES. freedom. Now I get the statement 'you never know what you have until you lose it.' Well, mine is kinda opposite. My version is more along the lines of 'you know what you didn't have when whatever was holding you back isn't there anymore.' I didn't have freedom. And I finally get it. 'KooKoo' wouldn't even let me go to a mosh pit at a rock concert! And I know he was trying to be all protective of me, but it's what I want to do. It's even on my list of things to do before I die! So psh. I believe I shall do that very soon. At an INSANE rock concert. It'll be fricken epic. And what was with always wanting to read my diaries?! No boyfriend should ever do that. Neverrr! If we want you to know stuff, we'd TELL you. Diaries are for us to vent things we can't tell other people. So jeez. UGH.
SHORT DISPROPORTIONATE CHICK
So okay. We all know you starve for attention-and apparently it doesn't matter if it's positive or negative-but you're reaching the point of desperate. 'Someone ran over my foot...' So where's your cast and crutches? Why would you choose to [loudly] hop on one foot back and forth from the back to the front of the whole classroom when you could acquire QUIETER crutches and avoid PISSING the always happy chemistry teacher off? Oh, you haven't noticed how Mrs. R. smiles when everyone is talking to her except when you do? Because all you talk to anyone about is just your 'medical problems'?! Wow. cluless much? Wowww. Don't get me wrong. you CAN be...nice ish. You just really need to tone it down. A LOT. holy man. You are seriously way entertaining though. No joke. How you stop randomly at where me and my friends are sitting and totally go all out on telling me whatever's wrong with you THAT day. Sorry, but we totally crack up when you leave. Ha.
MR. BALD RAT MAN
So let me tell you readers a few short stories. Three to be exact.
UNO.
So I hurt my wrist. Obviously I need that to play the violin. So I give him a note saying I can't play for a while. He was like. Uh...k. So every couple days this huge lady who only wears mumu's and shit comes in and helps us because Mr. BRM doesn't know wtf he's doing. So i was switching between sketching and writing in my music (i like drawing shrooms...). Ms. Fatty over here walks by and goes 'you'll gets more out of this class if you looked at your music...' WTF I WAS!! If you actually wanted to be there to HELP US and not exentuate the fact that you want to jump Mr. BRM's bones, you'd see that I write in my fucken music. Bitch.
DOS.
So I mentioned I was failing his class, right? Right. Well. On the online gradebook he said:
BEHAVIOR/RESPECT.......................................1/4
uh....HUH?!?! Okay, first of all. Those who know the real Melanie, you should know I'm pretty nice and stuff right? I mean I'm not all in yo face and stuff. So I may be a bitch about Mr. BRM outside of class. NEVER in class. So I asked him about it the next day. I told him I can name four people who text behind their instruments in class, I never do. And he said 'okay. And someday I will see them. But for now I just see you talking.' I just walked away. I could've told him I only talk about what's going on in class, or helping inside-out-sweater dude. Ugh. So he can just die.
TRES.
So you know about my non-playing-ness because of my wrist? Every couple of days he'd ask me how much longer I'd be out and I told him I didn't know. So one day after this 'routine' he was like 'you're always complaining about your grades, yet you haven't played in a week. Do you sense a problem here?'
Me: 'hmmm. nope.'
Him: 'there's a problem Melanie. A BIG problem.'
Me: 'okay.'
Haha I love being all stubborn to Mr. Bald Rat Man. Yesss. Love it.

Well that's pretty much all I've got for today. There's gonna be a TON tomorrow--school!!!