One minute, i'm ranting to my gf bout how those little rascals really know how to tick'n'piss teachers off, and the very next morning, i fucking woke up missing the fucking shit out of those very pesks. WTF is wrong with me. Holidays have arrived and im SUPPOSED TO BE EUPHORIC. But no. All i've to do is twitch my head ali'l bit to the right and i see those peskies' unmarked compositions screaming out to me like ive deprived them of some crucial love. Fark it, fark, fark it, fark it(BEP style).
So im gonna have a form class, woopey, and i LOVeeee the admin matters(pls notice how i drag my ees and uncaps my woopey). To think that just a li'l li'l awhile ago i was the student, is unbelievable.
Song playing : Hate that I love you - Rihanna
