Saturday, May 5, 2012

High School

I wonder why grown-ups think that kids are stupid when in fact we are much smarter than they are. Well, some of us anyways.

Then again, there are those weird ass kids who seem to enjoy proving that adults were right in thinking us kids stupid.

Teenagers are quite the same way. Except we look more mature.

I'm describing high school.

Preps: nerdy, smart, can be fun. Keep to themselves.

Whores: Everyone knows their name. You call them for a quick lay. No other girl likes them.

Crack heads: Blood shot eyes. They don't really pay attention.

Cheerleaders: Can be Preps or Whores. Some of them are actually okay to hang out with. Kind of snobby.

Thespians: Theater geeks. Dramatic. Often embarrassing.

Jocks: No brains whatsoever. They tend to prey on the geeks mostly.

Geeks: Nerdy. Quiet. Shy. Usually keep to themselves. Travel in packs.

Hicks: Bad accents. Farmers. Annoying to talk to.

Outcasts: Don't fit in with anyone. Insecure. Likes the attention, but prefers it not to be on them.

Goths: Dark. Usually suicidal. Depressed.

People like me: Smart. Average looking. Blends in with the crowd. Hangs out with everybody but the whores. Easily gains grudges against them. Often crush on people they can't have. Reads, writes, hates attention when embarrassing. Likes to listen to music. Often depressed.

Thursday, May 3, 2012

The Letter I've been wanting to write for so long

To my not-so-beloved step witch,

You can butt yourself outta my life and get a life yourself. I am passing all my classes and i haven't failed any classes for awhile. So take that and shove it up your damn ass.

You do not need to be bugging my dad about MY grades and if you have a problem with that, bitch, you take it up with me. So stay out of my life because you have no business in my life because you haven't made any attempt to contact me in almost two years. 

It's none of your business what my grades are and if i had my way, you'd be in a coma because I'd have dropped a flower pot on your head and you'd wake up two years later with amnesia. Yeah, that sounds right. 

You have no business with my dad. You have business with me and last time, I checked, I am all there unlike you. I have bested you again and again so you're pissed at me, but that is no reason to take it out on me. 

You've been messing with my family for too long now and it's going to come to a screeching halt one of these days. And when you finally fail, I will be laughing at you from all corners of the room.

I will laugh at you as you wallow in your misery after you get what you deserve and I will hand you the dish best served cold. 


Your very sadistic, pissed, about to kick your ass, step kid who hates your guts,