The day I got a cat-whistleAll my confidence in getting at least a B in math (or at least passing for the first time in my entire secondary school life) was shattered by the Dr PHDbutstillnodifferencegaybraininanus"Guys you are far too noisy" "What?" "You are far too N.O.S.Y, noisy" brainless and did I mention gay teacher? (He's actually gay, its gross) Maybe i should get the photo of him french-kissing an indian guy that Brendan ripped off from his laptop and post it online. I dont care, he sucks. He took my untied paper before I could finish writing my name on all the pieces. He sucks. And to top it off my ipod died on me on my way home and I was cat-called by an old man on a bicycle.Judge me.
After all this ranting, an hour of heartracing, sweat dripping, hardcore stick grabbing action with my baby sounds good.