AHHH school was bomb. But I was tired by fourth period haha, that's the most I've done in two weeks. It was tough. SO. I have updates on...Mr. Bald Rat Man and Short Disproportionate Chick. And...OH Michelle. I think that's it...sha man. OH!!! I have a new person!! But I think it's only for this blog, 'cause I was driving and this was a chick behind me so I'll call her...Road Rage Bitch. Hahaha. Let's GOOO.
ROAD RAGE BITCH
Hoookay. SO. Little Melly here (me) is learning to drive. Like I know how, but I still need to take the tests so my dad was in the car. I was driving down the Bothell-Everett highway and the person in front of me turned to turn into Country Village. So I was like okay. But it was the wrong place to turn, so they started to drift back into my lane. I slowed down for them to get into my lane but they never did. So I just went around them. The chick behind me, 'Road Rage Bitch,' honked at me. I look in the mirror like what the hell do you want bitch. And she signalled to me something like I should've went around them in the first place. And the words 'fuck off' came outta her mouth. I was like 'OH! So THAT'S how ya wanna play, huh?' So we get to the big intersection and of course she's going the same way I was--up nike hill toward my house--and so when I turned, I turned into the NEAREST LANE OPEN, the way we're TAUGHT. And she goes into the second lane and when she passed me she looked at me like 'are you kidding me, you're a fucken retard little girl.' I wanted to scream to her 'YOU'RE OBESE!!!!!!!!' Noooo joke. Ohhh my god that just pissed me off. She....gr. I did the right things!!! Fucken bitch. Jeebizzzzzzz. If my dad wasn't in the car then...oh man. That would be so much fun to just flip her the fuck off.
MR. BALD RAT MAN
Okay Mr. Bald Rat Man. You're an ass. Ha. Let us see here. Whereee to start. OH. So the Thursday night before I got way sick, we had a concert. So of course while I WAS sick the orchestra got new music. So today was my first day learning it, or sight reading it, while all of the other kids knew it...pretty well. Better than me. So after class, Mr. BRM was like 'Melanie, you might want to consider staying after class today, since you've been gone and you're obviously not as familiar with these pieces.'
Me: yeah...except I NEED food. Or I'll faint.
Him: But you need to practice or else you'll fail.
Me: *packs up and leaves*
Hahaha okay so I know you're usually not supposed to walk out on teachers while they're trying to get you to do something. But Mr. BRM hardly counts as a teacher. Sure he's there during class. But he has people come IN to help individual sections. So he's kinda just there to take role and re-enforce the rules or whatever. Anyways. Don't you love how he said that? Sorry, Mr. BRM, but I was already failing in like September. I just got it up to a D finally after taking my missing tests. So suck on that one, fatty. These people. Honestly??? Can't they be like...nice or something? A little less...abrasive? Oh snap. Advanced word. Haha. Anyways. Short Disproportionate Chick, here we come.
SHORT DISPROPORTIONATE CHICK
Holy wow. I love school. Haha, mostly because you make it interesting. I walk in, sit down, look around for you, and LOW AND BEHOLD: you're talking to the SUB teacher. The SUBSTITUTE. Ahhh man. And in orchestra, you were like to me: 'You're alive! Yay!' And I was like 'yeahhhh....'
you: It's okay, I was sick a whole week in the hospital.
uh.......WHEN. Because people have been filling me in on your...uhm. 'doings?' hahaha and you've been at school. So. Whatevs maybe you have an equally strange twin? Hm. THAT would suck. One is entertaining. But two...holy hell that'd be scary. Hahaha. But you were gone for like half of orchestra, you DO know that Mr. BRM really doesn't like you either, right? I mean he HATES me, but I don't think he can hate anyone any more than that. Haha. OH STORY!!!!!
Mkay, kids, gather round.
So one day, SDC (Short Dispro...yeah lol) comes into orchestra and goes to Mr. BRM and says, 'I forgot my violin in my dad's office because I had a neurologist appointment.'
Mr. BRM says, 'Okay, go into my office and there's a violin case just to the right of the door.'
When SDC leaves, about ten minutes later she comes back with a case. Mr. BRM says, 'that...is a viola case...' SDC goes, 'oh...well they look the same!!!' *laughs hysterically.*
Mr. BRM replies, 'it's to the RIGHT of the door. RIGHT.'
SDC, 'okay I'll look again.' She comes back five minutes later with a HUGE case. Everyone looks at her and cracks up.
SDC, 'WHAT?!'
Everyone: 'That's a FRENCH HORN case!!'
............okay short break in this nice little story. WHAT THE HELL WAS SHE THINKING!? k. french horn cases have that huge bulge in them. AND THEY'RE HEAVY. I honestly don't get her. Everybody just cracked up and I shook my head looking at my lap. It's very disappointing how she had to take three trips to and back from the orchestra/choir room to find an instrument's case that she's been playing for God knows how long. Obviously not long...she's not too...uhm...'experienced.' hahaha. Ohhh dear me. By the way, she did find the violin case. Then after class she started ranting on about how Mr. BRM told her the wrong directions. Everyone was like. So you picked up a french horn case...?
MICHELLE
Okay. So again, I walk into orchestra. 'YOU'RE BACK!!!' from this annoying voice coming from no other than 'Michelle.' So I turn and go 'I know! I love it!!' She goes, 'I have music for you!!' And me, '..yay...favorite...' she laughs. Then she yells at me for being in the wrong spot--I'VE BEEN GONE FOR TWO WEEKS. I'm sorry I'm not informed of these changes. God. Her hair was straight today. It's usually big and crimpy and curly and it never looks right. I guess it was okay today. And yes, I'm being nice. Haha. I'm usually nice by the way, just don't turn annoying haha. But yeah, not much with 'Michelle' today, she was okay. Ish. Compared to the rest. Ha.
Ohhh my god. So that was pretty much today. Well minus SDC's story, that was a while ago. More coming, trust me. Lotsss more school left!!!
Thanks guys, I'll keep postin =]
~mel~
November 17, 2008
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