Fun fact: When I was little, I was terrified of the song "Pop Goes The Weasel".
Today was... eventful. My English teacher quit! AHAHAHAHA YES! She was unqualified and irritating. (Too bad this means I'll never get to meet her hot daughter. :p) They brought in my English teacher from the seventh grade. She was always really nice, but she's actually going to make us do stuff! :(
This one guy from my art class always bothers me. I sit right by him, and he constantly makes jokes about my sexuality, but he doesn't seem to actually believe I'm gay, no matter what happens. It's very hard to explain.
Him: I bet you're tri-sexual. Guys, girls, and animals.
Me: Um, no, I definitely don't go 3 ways. Hell, I don't even go 2.
Him: I am going to find the hottest bisexual girl ever, and you have to tell her you're not gay.
Now WHY on earth would I tell a lie to the "hottest bisexual girl ever" when there are sooo many better things I could be using my mouth for? ;D
My rival: Get a blonde one, she likes those.
Him: Okay, I will!
...Please, Mr. Asshole, please send more information about the hot bisexual girl. I am VERY interested in this subject.
After school, I was getting into my grandma's car and just so happened to look up. [That Guy] was passing by, and we locked eyes. Ugh. I was seriously tempted to flip him the finger now that I have a legitimate reason to hate him, but thankfully I restrained myself.
If he ever upsets my friend again, there will be no more Miss Nice Super Duck. Ever.
Also, one of my favorite bands ever is coming to a city 2 hours from me... on a Tuesday. :| My mom told me to steal my dad's credit card and buy tickets anyway, but I didn't think that would be right. (I don't really want my mom tagging along anyway... She thinks she's a LOT younger than she is.) I decided to do the honest thing and ask my dad about going, but he pitched a bitch-fit.
Meh. I'm pretty sure I'm not going. Ah, well, I am used to disappointment.