It’s my only day off, and that’s the only care that’s available to me, but I can’t put having my knee looked at off anymore. The area below where I banged up my knee is numb except when I knock it against something or lean on it, then it’s like I fell all over again. I don’t think that’s normal for a scraped knee to hurt like this for nearly a month.
i always forget that there are bigoted assholes in the world because I'm thankfully (most of the time) sheltered in a bubble of acceptance like drew baird but ughghghghg god that girl is the worst.
Chicken Little? She tried to keep going too. Like she wanted a fight or some shit. If she is wearing a Jesus loves me shirt tomorrow I’m going to ask that tiny headed lame-o how she thinks Jesus would feel about how homosexuals are treated in his name.
I might have to lose it on the Chicken Little looking motherfucker in my acting movement class.
I’ve found her relatively annoying since the beginning of the semester because she’s a weird “I was home schooled, so now I’m socially retarded” kid, but I put up with her and her orthopedic shoes because she can’t help it. Well the other day there was an optional performance piece that we could all to go for extra credit. It was called "Project 515" and afterwards they stayed to answer questions anyone may have. Well Henny Penny raised her extremely long arm and said “I don’t think I should be here because I don’t believe in gay marriage, and I plan to vote for the amendment.”
Bitch. I don’t believe people should be allowed to walk around in elastic ankeled sweat pants that they wear past their belly button and tuck their “You’re nothing without Jesus” shirts into said sweat pants, but you don’t see me forcing you to dress like someone that actually has a clue.
And another thing, Goosey Lucy. You want to be a theater major? One, you’re too ugly and pretty much a boring ass white girl, so you should probably stop right there. But most importantly, if you want to work in theater you have to work with a lot of homos. Homos whose rights you want to deny. Seriously. Get a fucking clue.
The jerk didn’t have a current Rx. But we picked out glasses and he set up an appointment. Every pair of glasses he picked out were ones that I own. He doesn’t want to be twinsies with me, but he’s gonne be!