Well, please allow me to start off with a little bit of... You guessed it! RAGE. Today when I got to school, I did as the principal instructed. I went by the office and inquired about my precious, much-coveted study hall pass. I told her (the secretary) that the principal himself said I could come pick it up. The secretary lady looked at me like I was fucking stupid and said, "Uh, he didn't tell ME about any study hall passes today." I raged. First of all, I didn't like her tone. I didn't do a damn thing to her. Second of all, I've waited almost 2 weeks, and I've had it up to here. If I don't have that pass tomorrow morning, there will be no more Miss Nice Super Duck. I hope that secretary lady gets peed on by a donkey. Because of her unforgivable insolence, I suffered through another torturous day of study hall. The teacher spazzed because some students put their books back in their bags literally one minute before the bell rang. I fucking wish I was kidding.
I said this in my last journal, but I really think part of the reason why I've been in such a crappy mood lately is the fact that I haven't drawn anything in forever. My history teacher apparently does not want us students to have hobbies. I'm drowning in homework and not learning a thing. I have absolutely no idea how I'll pass the AP exam in May. I've just felt so weird and off lately. I don't know what's going on here. I have a few theories about where this is coming from, but I don't particularly like any of them and therefore will not be sharing them. I want to crawl in bed, cover myself in blankets, and just... not think. Unfortunately, my brain does not seem to understand the concept of not thinking. I am always, always thinking of something. Right now I'm thinking about not thinking. I just want everything to go away.
My chemistry teacher told my class today that the entire purpose of the chemistry course, which is required to graduate, is to prepare us for college chemistry. In the same sentence she said that due to what I want to be, I will probably never have to take chemistry in college. So, uh, if the entire purpose of the class is to prepare us for college chemistry, and I won't be taking college chemistry, why do I have to be in there? For a few years now, I've wanted to be a journalist. Almost all of the jobs requiring chemistry that the teacher listed off involved medicine of some sort. Why is this a required course for everyone? I am not seeing the connection here.
My cat is such an asshole. A baby kitten accidentally got too close for his liking, so he chased it and tried to hurt it. The baby is currently too terrified to move. It's the shy one too, not the one that plays with me. It's still scared, but it has now come out to eat a little food. Poor kitty.
In other news, the French teacher won at life today. Seriously, it was the greatest thing ever. Irritating Girl said she wanted to walk French Class Girl like a dog, and the teacher asked her if she'd like a leash. I ALMOST DIED FROM HOLDING IN MY LAUGHTER! I cannot believe she went there! FCG didn't think it was so funny, though. She was in such a bad mood today... I think she needed a hug, but I didn't dare give her one. I also thought I saw her cry, but she hid her face too quickly for me to be sure. Poor freakazoid. I didn't talk to her today because every time she's sad, I have the uncanny ability to make her even more upset no matter what I say. I always make it 14253 times worse, and I never really mean to. Maybe she'll be better tomorrow.