Jummy Jimmy.............Sausages ?

Irritation is involved in my 5th and 6th every day. Daniels is one of the most despicable, ostentatious, appalling, degrading, immature, worthless persons i have ever come into contact with. I honestly could write a F------ (expletive) novel about his class, his ways, his downgrading of other students, his ways of "Non" teaching. But ill just keep it to today. He was so pissed about our Workkeys test scores (Workkeys is this bullshit test we are forced to take if we have a vocational class, i believe) (and i am not doing a thing with computers after Highshool, im juts trying to graduate.) But he said he was going to make it up to us if we did bad on those tests. Partly because i know he wanted us to have better scores, all for his pretentious fat ass to look good for everyone else. Honestly, i guessed on the test and didnt do good at all. Why? Beause it was dumb and why should i make Him look good when he doesnt teach a damn, literraly, a damn thing. Doesn't it make the state look good as well? I really dont care about that either, my useless/worthless score on that test is not going to bring this state and or country to its knees. So we come in there today and he started downgrading us, as usual, for being so (in his words) damn stupid. I was the first one he targeted. Since i bring a book im reading at the time in that class everyday he was basally just on me for being "stupid" in the reading part of the test and that i failed it and i should just throw it in the trash (my book) because i cant bring it in there anymore and saying that we cant read and all that jazz. Ok first off that man cannot even put together a proper sentence. Second i know his reading skills are "mierd" as well. Well rather than using the French words ill just say it his reading skills are quote Shit unquote. How dare he say i cant read. Id like to see him pick up a book by David Foster Wallace or Fyodor Dostoevsky then we shall see who can read. So to make a long story way way short he made us (the ones who didnt pass the worthless test, only like 3 out of 7 of us passed it) the "failures" take a huge book (on Networking, the class is Servers) we never never use and do his usual busy work of summarizing some chapters. So yea im pissed at him as usual and now its just increased because this little "scene" he's trying to play out may last the rest of my year here. But whatever
Studder Budder Jimmy. I dont need your class to graduate so have fun being a prick............OUT

A Story of the Liars and Thieves

Liars and thieves...We are all liars and all thieves. We have all stolen. We have all deceived. Yes its a travesty that that's the way it is but that's how it goes. Asking someones opinion on liars and thieves is just about the same as asking someone their opinion on urination and excrementing. But we'll talk about the "chronic" thieves and liars. The constants. Liars who lie constantly are building up a big complex web of complexity. They may believe they have gotten out of it but it is only just the beginning (remember we're talking of chronic liars). When the liar is lying he believes he is lying to the person the lie is directed at but the truth about the lie is that the chronic liar is not only lying to the receiver but also lying to his or herself. They have developed a system where they don't have to be honest with anyone nor themselves. The constant liar is not real. He is not real with himself.

The chronic thief is one dirty piece of life. Now this all depends on what the items being lifted are. Im going to go with uhm say someones "personal" items i.e. money ipod cd's book etc.

The scenario goes as follows: Skankbaby A walks into his regular gym class he has had all year.
SkankbabyA has been watching this one girls music listening device for quite some time now and views it as this "must" have piece of technology he must have because he cant have it so now he feels compelled to steal anothers. So Girl B sits and listens(to her music device). Skankbaby A, still watching intently behind some trashy twins of his. Girl B finally, to Skankbaby A's great relief, waltzes on back to the ladies locker room area. Girl B was not even remotely involved in a thought about some trash of a person stealing her property, hers, so she left her music listening device along with some of her other items of personal property i.e. bookbag, purse (no money in there) (Skankbaby A would know), other clothes. Skankbaby A's eyes lit with a tainted bright light of joy. Skankbaby A managed to weasel his way with the crowd of trashy twins in front of the items and grab the device. It was never seen again. Home. Skankbaby A sits and looks at his prize thinking that what he did, in his mind, was so-called "cool" and "badass", saying things reminiscent of "yea, im so hard" "don't fuc* with me alright" (all this being said into his ratty looking bathroom mirror in his ratty looking bathroom to himself. Poor Skankbaby A doesn't realize how atrocious he is and the act he just committed was. That he has to lower himself even lower than his social status is and rob someone of their music. To wake up in the morning and think about plundering. Stealing from someone something that was that someones, not the one that stole it. Home. Girl B sits with head in hands. Something strange is in the air. She picks her face up ever so gently to look at her enraged, irate Father Figure in her face. Supposed Father Figure is horribly upset that his daughters music device was now missing and she, somehow, had no idea where it resided and this was the 3rd one she has somehow messed up (the 1st 2, music devices, Girl B broke). Girl B is now terribly upset with grief with tears streaming down her face because, honestly, she really doesnt know what happenned to it. It was there. It was gone. Just like that. Skankbaby A has caused more damage than his skankbaby mind will ever comprehend.

He...The Problem

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Somehow his head has become unhinged. Maybe it happened when he was a child. Maybe when he was a teenager. He couldn't quite figure it out. He was a male with a body aged about 18 years. At the moment, in some present day and time, he is sitting...bathed in white light. The kind of white light you see overhead in shit DMV's or in a school or a hospital or almost anywhere. After spending a total of about 30 odd minutes in this light, one can feel quite uneasy, somewhat blinded; he was feeling those very symptoms at the very moment of happening. He knows that at the end of this very long day of useless teachings being drastically thrown on him against, honestly, his own will that he and his eyes will be, honestly, strung out from the light. After 8 or so hours in this the eyes have strained for hours upon more hours in it so that coming outside of the institution, the eyes truly feel heavy after all the work they've been doing in a day of snow blindness. He struggles his ass home to nothingness. In his mind Nothingness is what it all really is to him; thats what he possess...Nothing. He finds it easy to mozie around the house but the hardest thing to try and find something to do, because all he wants to do is mozie. He lives with his father aged about 64 years. His mother? He can't remember. Was she worth the remembrance? Not to He...

An Obligation To Smell The Smell Of Another

We all have our own obligations. One is an obligation to your body. A want and need type scenario. Is it a wanting to urinate or a need to urinate? Yes we need to relieve ourselves of useless fluid. Yes we want to relieve ourselves of the useless fluid. But its more of a challenge to handle a stifling bathroom in some area of public access. That urge, all that pressure builds up in your bladder and you know where you must go. Now i am going to use my high school watering hole as a example... When you come around this wall bathed in this dull stained blue and enter into the realm of waste; waste from a shit-ton of animals, the smell immediately penetrates your nares, and my first thought is "damn, Im smelling someones piss, it's soaking my skin, my hair, my clothes." Its so pungent and painful to stand in but one must put up with to relieve yourself. So the very suffocating type odor makes it hard to breath but you press on and make it to a urinal or stall, (the stalls here are always either clogged up with piss and toilet paper, fecal matter and toilet paper, and/or a combination of both), and you let go, wanting to get out of this horrid place as quick as you an as to relieve your whole body from the stench that fills a small enclosed room where numerous upon numerous upon numerous animals come to eliminate pressure...

It's All We Have...

A Time In A Fascist School: Deprived Of All Things Necessary

Spring Valley High, oh what a place. I am going to make this story short, as short as i can. Let's start off by saying that the Valley is, in mine and quite a few others, the worst school I and or We have ever witnessed. We the students are so mentally broken down to nothing.

Bo. The retarded, child molesting, mongoloidish, immature, ignorant, swine who lives with his grandmother or mother (either one is just as pitiful), is the "supposed" security watchdog at the school. A man with an almost completely bald head ( well why give him credit? it is bald...completely) ,who actually looks mentally unfit to be around students, wears knee high socks with shorts in the summer, is the enforcer man of this institution and let me say, what a joke. There are so many things i could bitch about with this guy but i am going to limit myself. In our commons area we have these long tables set in about 8 or 9 rows. On the left side of the commons sits my area. The area of the Holy Round Tables. These tables have decreased in number over the past month with skanks, and stupid immature douchebag guys infiltrating my space. The question is, what in the hell happened to the other tables? The genius of a man Bo has decided to block off an area of the commons an area by the windows, the darker area where the goth kids and skank kids hung out by the window. There is two sections to that and instead of letting more kids actually sit down at lunch and not on the shitfloor he decides to block those areas of with the tables; 3 tables on one side and on the other 4 tables completely blocking access with 2 tables behind those, i guess for extra protection. Oh how i would love to smash this dudes face in. This doing is one of the most stupid acts acted out by a so called staff member of the highschool. Why in the hell do you have to use lunch tables to block an area which has no need and i mean no need to be blocked off? There is no clear answer, because it is an ignorant and unnecessary action acted out by a hideous beast. The administration even lets this molester accomplish such acts and to me that makes them as dumb and ridiculous as the hideous beast himself. Wouldn't it seem more proper if one was going to block something off to use something other than the lunch tables some students sit at? Of course it would but I and we attend Spring Valley High, a stupid and somewhat fascist school institution where the dictators are nothing but dumbasses or swine or simply asses; what have you... more is possible to follow...