but christina told me to do it.

i thought i was getting better at my anger-blowup-spazs. turns out, i can get back into the swing of things rather quickly.

i don't know if it was an act of karmic retribution or if "these things just happen" to me, but today after 5th hour i ended up double-flicking-off my teacher.

...this is how it all began...

today in Psychology we took a test in the main forum room (because, for those of you who don't know, the psych(o) room has one fucked up floor plan.) and if you finished early, you were permitted to go back to the classroom, to do...i don't know what. meanwhile the teacher stayed in the main forum room while the slow people finished up the test. this is where you have to question the teacher's intentions---did he really expect everyone to just go back to class unsupervised?? it would surprise me that someone of his experience didn't know that kids were totes gonna skip out instead. because that's what i did. or tried to do, rather.

i went back to class (like a good girl) then took the pass and ditched to the library to talk to laura, stina, and sarah (like a bad girl). i felt bad about it so i went back to class 10 minutes later (here's where the karmic retribution kicks in) and when i got there the class was packed. it was shocking, they're such losers, my psych class. anyway, it was so packed that someone took my fucking seat. so, instead of standing there for the next 10 minutes until class ended, i wandered into the teacher's back room thing. it's not really a private office (he already has two of those) but like, kids don't just hang out there.

well, what did i care? i was a rebel today. so i plopped down my backpack, took a seat, and began reading one of the hundreds of TIME magazines that fill the magazine rack (because yes....he has one of those in there, for a very unknown reason...). it was the hundred fascinating people issue thing, and i became somewhat engrossed in the Obama snippet, despite the defeaning racket of idiot-dumbass-kids in the background. even though it was so fucking loud, i did hear one thing though, mostly because the fuckwad yelled it so the whole room could hear:

"look. she's reading a TIME magazine."  (i don't know how to emphasize how much of a fuckwad he sounded like when he said this, so i used italics where i mistakenly deemed appropriate.)

what followed is somewhat a blur.

everyone in the entire fucking class (okay maybe half of the fucking class...but it was all the popular seniors plus the complete dumbass popular juniors), looked up from what they were doing or stopped their ridiculous conversations, and turned their heads (some a whole 360) to stare at me with my goddamn magazine. even ashleyfuckwad got off the table she was sitting on, walked like 10 steps, and peered through the window looking into the back-room thing, smacking her shit-gum the ENTIRE FUCKING TIME (IS SHE TRYING TO BE SUCH A GODDAMN STEREOTYPE?!). then when they saw me look up (this all happened in a matter of miliseconds) they began to stare at their laps silently, like this was some sort of retarded fucking game. i couldn't say anything, but i was thinking some of the following:

• "WHAT THE FUCK?!" 
• "GET A FUCKING LIFE, HOW THE FUCK IS THIS AMUSING?!?!" 
• "GROW UP YOU FUCKWAD LOSERS!" 
• "WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M FUCKING DOING?! IT'S JUST A MAGAZINE!" 
• "IMMATURE IDIOTS WHO I HOPE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE"

in addition to those obscenities, i also had a huge urge to double-flick them all off. it would've been PERFECT, with them all looking at me: "fuck you i'm not doing shit you fucking morons" it would've said. but y'all should proud of me... i didn't flick them off. instead, filled with a growing, bubbling anger, i through the magazine back on the rack (no one was looking at me anymore at this point...fucking idiots have a 2-second attention span) and stormed out of the backdoor to go bitch about it to christina.

believe it or not, it gets worse.

i was retelling this entire thing to christina (kicking her locker a few times in the process, might i add, sorry stina) and we began to walk to class. i had told her before we began walking that i really wanted to flick them off. she then said (fast forward to when we were walking) that i totally should have flicked them all off. i, also a moron, said something like, yeah! i should've double flicked them off, then proceeded to demonstrate such an act. christina was laughing, and i was still really pissed, so i didn't really notice that we were in a crowded hallway. and when i looked up, both of my middle fingers holding steadily in the air, there my psych teacher was walking right past us, looking straight at me, with his eyebrows up to his fading hairline and his lips in a disapproving smirk.

....not great. not great at all.


thanks.