Two weeks of school left. If I kill anyone at this point, it'll be justifiable murder. I never thought that staring at the same faces all school year long could be so infuriating. Of course, by and large the problem could be getting to the end and realizing they haven't learned anything. My God.

Some one please buy for me the Season 1 DVD of Scrubs.

People who slow down drastically when passing a CHiPpie who is currently occupied with writing a ticket need to be run off the road, chariot style. Hey, assbag, he's not going to throw down his clipboard, mutter "Mother of God," dash to his car, slide across the hood, jump in and floor it when he's already engaged. (I have other various driving annoyances, but they most stem from those things I can't stand when people do them to me, but in retrospect I do them all the time... like riding a merge lane all the way to the end. I really hate it when people do that, but I do it DAILY.)

Me: So Joe, what are bros? You said you hate bros.
Joe: You know, guys who wear fucking Skin shirts and drive lifted...
Me: Say no more. I know exactly what you mean. Fucking bros.
Interestingly enough, I found out that my brother and his pals refer to the same douchebags as "dudebros."

"Class after class of ugly, ugly children." - Superintendant Chalmers... and Me.

posted by MAtt D. at 4:37 PM