2 posts tagged “fruit monkey”
I'm sweating like...well, no, not a pig. Pigs don't sweat - did you know that? They have no sweat glands. None. (Kind of makes the whole 'sweating like a pig' gesture seem warped, doesn't it...? I really wish I sweated like a pig. Then I would stink. Which I do, by the way, whether or not you think so. I fucking reek.) I can't stop moving though. I'm restless and listening to pirate music - what else would I do...? I mean, I can't help being restless. Pirate music gets me riled, and I'm pretty much in hell right now. Well, almost.
And in other news, Jahaila is being a bitch. I don't know why. I really don't. Maybe she thinks that now, since I actually know something about her, I'm a threat to her survival. Maybe she thinks that since she's stopped trying to hide the stupid things, it's okay for her to act like a paranoid attention-deficient-hyper-active retard around me in order to get my attention. Or maybe it was because he was there. Maybe...maybe she's just as addled as I think she is around him, totally ga-ga and acting like a complete freak. She made me want to cry. She smacked me so hard my arm turned bright red. (She smacked me for smacking her - I smacked her because she stole it without asking and I was hungry and pissed off and in the middle of hell and she had the nerve to smack me back.)
Jesus, I want to fucking kill her. She's such a bitch. They both are. Goddammit, they both are. I'm going to fucking kill them. Fucking kill them. Nasty bitches. Goddammit. How dare they make my life hell...? How dare they drag me down? It's the fourth day of school. The fucking fourth day of school. I hate them. Both of them. Forever. And I'm going to kill them. Because they are bitches. Fucking. Bitches.
I want Fuji-sama to come back. I miss her. I miss being able to totally drown myself in Oshima. Oshima is wonderful. Wonderful and far away. And there's angst there - Shisui and Itachi have issues, certainly. Certainly certainly certainly. But that doesn't mean it all goes to hell. And even then, hell in Oshima is so much nicer than hell is here.
I fucking hate them.
Today was alright.
A fiery brimstone kind of alright, but alright.
As in, I had to get my schedule changed for no less than the third fucking time, and I already have homework that I'm skipping out on, and my friends are already driving me crazy alright. But really, I'm fine. (Pretty fucking dandy, actually.)
No. Seriously. I love my teachers. (Bach just makes me so happy.) I have friends in my classes. (For once.) And I mean...I'm alright. (I have a headache and it hurts like a mother, but, honest-to-God, I am alright.)
But Fruit Monkey is back.
(And you must, of course, understand that this means my world is hell.)
