anarchy.

i'm having a lot of trouble with adults lately. they be bitches and i am sick of them telling me what to do. i know that's incredibly cliche, but like holy gawwwwd, it's like back the fuck up. back. the. fuck. up. i hate to tread in these stereotypical waters, but like, i'm almost 18, i can fucking handle my shit without them on me.

today has just really released the rebel inside of me.

one, chem teacher from fucking hell, who treats us like toddlers, yelled at me today in front of a silent classroom. in my second hour, compared to my awful first hour, the teacher treats us like college students and we can do whatever the fuck we want because it effects us and we know how to get shit done. if we don't, it's our own fault. well, my chem teacher doesn't get that. i had finished the assignment (due tomorrow) in class, 25 minutes before the bell. there is another assignment due friday, but it takes like 5 min to do, and like, i wanted to be prepared for the notes on that day by doing it more around then. so, i get out my AP gov homework, like an efficient student, and she leans across the table, looks at me with one of the bitchier faces i have ever encountered and asks what i am doing. it was so incredibly awkward. she just kept asking questions, like that's her way of yelling. she asks questions in a condescending, harsh, sarcastic tone, and it was creepy.

"why do you have that out?"
uh...i finished
"really? you finished?"
yeahh...
"you read the entire textbook? really?"
no....
"because that seems pretty hard to believe. read the expectations of my classroom. put that stuff away, now."

like, what the fuck lady, back the fuck up. i gave her the stank eye, muttered "what the" as she glared at me (it was like a full-on power struggle) and then i took out my (completed) chem stuff. BUT GUESS FUCKING WHAT. i pulled out my stuff then sat back and closed my eyes. IN FRONT OF HER. STARING AT ME. cuz that's how fuck you i felt. if she isn't going to let me be productive for a class that actually matters, she doesn't deserve my respect.

and then other shit happened but i'm too tired to recount that.

my fav emmy dresses

finally! she gets it right! make up sucks tho

 gorgeous choice as per usual

 she's at the wrong award show, but amazing

 this seems to be her signature style....and i actually like it. not a princess girl, and she knows it. 

 stud

 very couture? not sure why i like it. 

 love except for out-of-place bowtie

 *swoon*

(this is what i'm doing instead of my essay...)

 ...sexy! wrong shoes. 

 *no words*

 cute but hair be distractin as hell

 love the colors

subtle imitation

what i look like in my head:




what i actually look like:

_______________

okay let's go through the reasons why that didn't work at all:

one: my hair color is clearly no where near hers.
two: in my head, i know i look like that bottom picture. so now im straight up lying for a joke that's not succeeding in the slightest.

http://bcuzimbored.blogspot.com/2011/08/me-and-my-siss-vagina-bffls.html

best

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MICHAELCERA

"LOOK AT THAT FACE. THAT'S A MOMMA'S BOY FACE." (...~miss congeniality two)

 (and for anyone who was wondering what the HELL nia be talkin bout dis morn)