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A perfect 9 and a group of Rachel-haters Dear Cyclists: I know you like to cycle. Especially you, Mr. Fat-Man-On-A-Bike. I fully support your exercising. I don't even really mind seeing you jiggle as you cycle. Just... come on, man! Do you have to wear your bright pink and other annoying colors suits out to do it!? Is it in the "Bikers Codex" or something? I mean... I don't mind seeing you, but when you're so bright in my peripheral vision that I have to do a full on, Exorcist-head-spin just to figure out what the heck was just passing by me, then chances are? You're TOO BRIGHT! Wear normal clothes, for pete's sake! With love and a neck brace, Rachel. So... we got these test things back today. TAKS, is the abbreviation for 'em. Sounds scary when you say it aloud, doesn't it? "C'mon kids, let's take the tax test." Us: *blink blink* I.... don't have any money? Anyway... turns out I was the only person all four of her classes that made a perfect score on these really "tough" discussion questions. They had this big group discussion-grading-athon, and apparently teachers actually copied down my work to show to their classes. That's insane, folks. In fact... English Teacher was even gloating about me all day. ALL DAY! Everyone hates me now! Okay, not really. But... it's entirely possible that some do. 'course, that was a possibility beforehand too, so... Shrug. I have to go clean up my room now. MaidDay, she approaches! <-Ghost-> Music: Cold weather. Mmm it sounds good. |
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