Sooo, some shit went down today! One of those girls tried to hurt FCG. She got suspended, and I don't know what happened to FCG. The very mental image of someone trying to hurt FCG pisses me off so fucking much, so I'm not even going to type much about it because I don't feel like exploding with rage. If I think about it for too long, I rage so hard I just can't even function properly. Now that entire group of bitchy girls who no one likes is talking shit. Why are these whorebags so anti-freakazoid? I mean, really! Freakazoids are total sweethearts if you're nice to them. If you're not, then yeah, you're kind of screwed since they can definitely rage, but hurting freakazoids (especially that one!) ought to be a felony! In fact, that would be one of my first orders of business if I took over the world. If you are found guilty of cruelty to freakazoids or even attempted cruelty to freakazoids, you must head straight to the dungeons! Do not pass go or collect $200!
I fucking hate whorebags. I hate them almost as much as I like freakazoids. They're like, the inverse of a freakazoid! Freakazoids are cute, charmingly weird, and super huggable. Almost everyone loves freakazoids! They're so great. Whorebags are greasy, annoying, and of inferior intellect. Who'd want a whorebag!? They're so gross.
My friends on the newspaper were telling me all about the incident today. All of them know FCG, and they are all pro-freakazoid and very vehemently anti-whorebag. They all have at least one class with FCG, and they think she's hilarious and amazing. (Don't worry, they're all super straight, so no one will be getting in my way! They just appreciate freakazoids.) They also all have at least one class with the aforementioned out-of-control whorebag, and they think she's whiny and sleazy.
Some Guy: I don't like FCG...
Us: ((we all turn to him and stare))
Some Guy: What?
Helpful Junior: GO AWAY, WE LOVE FCG!
Some Guy: Um, okay...
Then we started talking about the trip at the end of the year. We are now a collective unit called "Juniors/Sophomore," by the way. Newspaper Girl kept asking if Juniors/Sophomore could do all this awesome stuff, but the teacher kept saying no. :(
Anyway, I'm going to go shower and attempt to control my anger, rage, loathing, and urge to destroy.