My mom has that. Dammit, if she decides to share it, I'm going to be PISSED.

My geography teacher is being a fuckhead. We have a massive project due tomorrow, and if it's not there tomorrow, you're fucked. She says it doesn't even matter if you're sick or someone died or ANYTHING. Someone asked, "But what if you DO get sick?"

She said, "Well, you should've turned it in early."

But she never said we were allowed turn it in early before today, which is one day before it's due. >:( She also got angry as all hell and assigned two chapters worth of homework tonight. I have a geometry test, my worst subject, tomorrow, so I don't have time for that crap. I hate her.

Sooo, our favorite raging closet case was being entertaining in French today. Her possible-crush wanted a piece of gum, but French Class Girl wanted to make a bargain with her. "I'll buy you a whole pack of gum if you touch my hair."

LOL.

I started giggling like crazy. Her possible-crush asked her, "What is with your freakin' hair fetish?!"

And she didn't even get pissed, but she didn't answer, either.

Me: Hey, what the hell? You always freak out if I ask you that!
French Class Girl: Well, you ask it EVERY DAY!
Me: Well, YOU ask people to play with your hair EVERY DAY!

I do not ask what the hell is with that fetish every day. >:( I've asked it once in the past week.

So, after our test, she did a stupid thing. She asked me the dreaded question.

Me: NO.
French Class Girl: Why not?
Me: Because you ask all the freakin' time, and it's a little weird.
French Class Girl: Don't freak out about it!
Me: I'm not!
French Class Girl: CRY.
Me: ...what
French Class Girl: CRY.
Teacher: ARGH STOP TALKING
French Class Girl: Yeah, Super Duck! Stop talking!

That's not all of the entertaining/weird shit she did, though. A few minutes later, she decided that if I wasn't going to play with her hair, she was going to sleep on my desk and use my book as a pillow. Dammit, I was kinda USING that book...

I think I've mentioned before that French Class Girl works in an ice cream store. If I haven't, then French Class Girl works in an ice cream store. A guy from our class apparently went there yesterday, and today, he wanted to complain about the service!

Guy: FRENCH CLASS GIRL!
French Class Girl: What?
Guy: YOU DIDN'T GIVE ME ENOUGH SPRINKLES! :(
French Class Girl: EWWW ONLY GAY PEOPLE EAT SPRINKLES.

Oh, shut up, French Class Girl. If that's the case, I'll bet you sit there when you're not busy and eat the sprinkles out of the display case thingy, and your favorite ones are the purple ones.

Gosh, she is so entertainingly stupid. XD