Well, please allow me to start off with a little bit of... You guessed it! RAGE. Today when I got to school, I did as the principal instructed. I went by the office and inquired about my precious, much-coveted study hall pass. I told her (the secretary) that the principal himself said I could come pick it up. The secretary lady looked at me like I was fucking stupid and said, "Uh, he didn't tell ME about any study hall passes today." I raged. First of all, I didn't like her tone. I didn't do a damn thing to her. Second of all, I've waited almost 2 weeks, and I've had it up to here. If I don't have that pass tomorrow morning, there will be no more Miss Nice Super Duck. I hope that secretary lady gets peed on by a donkey. Because of her unforgivable insolence, I suffered through another torturous day of study hall. The teacher spazzed because some students put their books back in their bags literally one minute before the bell rang. I fucking wish I was kidding.

Pretty sure I failed my French test EPICALLY today. Not even kidding. I had no idea what was going on. Oh, well, I can always bring up my grade in that class; it's pretty easy. French Class Girl was nice today. I had my nails painted purple because it's October 20, and she liked them. I don't think she knew what they stood for, but still, she was pleasant. She's been so weirdly nice lately. I wonder what's up with that. She had that big anti-gay rant, but ever since then, she's just been so nice. What's with her? Why is she being so nice all of a sudden? Hmm...

Helpful Junior: I have to go to this Republican convention thing later.
Me: Oh... So you're a Republican?
Helpful Junior: Not at all. I got guilt-tripped by my teacher. I don't even like politics.
Me: What!? Your TEACHER? Who would do such a thing?
Helpful Junior: Well, uh, Mrs. History Teacher.
Me: Oh, it alllll makes sense now.
Helpful Junior: I didn't want to do it, but she kept making me feel so bad. I felt like I couldn't refuse.

No. Just NO. I have absolutely had it to hell and back with this woman! She's a racist bitch, a terrible teacher, AND she guilt-trips students into political causes? Surely that's not even legal! It can't be! What the hell, Mrs. History Teacher? What IS this bullshit?

Yeah, so a guy apparently likes French Class Girl. Let me repeat that in case you didn't get it. A guy apparently likes French Class Girl. This... This BOTHERS me somehow. I feel so bad for the guy; all he can ever hope to be is a cover-up. Irritating Girl tried to tell FCG to date the guy, but FCG's response was something like this: "He's really nice. Really, really nice. But I'm not really attracted to him... I wouldn't say he's ugly or anything. He's not ugly at all, I just don't really find him hot."

I don't really know how this bothers me, but it does. The whole thing is just so... wrong, I guess. I know the poor guy is gonna get his heart mercilessly destroyed. It will be even worse if she tries to use him as a cover-up. If he's such a nice guy, then he'll understand and possibly even try to direct her to a nice girl. But it's like, who on Earth could possibly even fathom having the hots for FCG, right? Right? Hahaha! That's HILARIOUS!

Eww, I am so dreading school tomorrow. Last weekend was a three-day weekend, so it's hard to adjust. Why can't we just have four-day school weeks? My school is so beyond stupid that I honestly don't believe we'd miss much. The really sad thing is that we're supposedly the best in the area, and I actually have teachers who don't have teaching degrees and freely admit it. The teachers would just have to actually teach instead of ramble on about irrelevant stuff. (I'm looking at YOU, Mrs. History Teacher. Seriously, this woman is the queen of wasting time. She tells us 20-minute stories about her priest/childhood/family/dog/everything at least three times a week. I highly doubt that's going to be on the AP exam in May...)

Today was AWFUL. Like... to the max. Where do I even begin? Well, here's a basic list of what happened: an awful history test I didn't know how to study for, a massive headache from my chemistry teacher's piercing voice, the fact that my study hall pass hasn't come in yet, and the misfortune to see more of French Class Girl than I ever needed or wanted to.

So, yeah, the test. It was stupid and pointless and a complete waste of time. Fuck that class. That's the only way I know how to put it.

I'm currently bloated from, uh, woman issues, so I put on my "fat jeans" that are a size too big. They worked perfectly. I feel so gross. I am now officially going to lose 10 pounds. Wow, that was so French Class Girl... She always says she's going to lose X number of pounds but never does because she doesn't actually need to. I'm 5'3" and 135 pounds. I feel so fat right now. All of my friends who are near my height are like, 100 pounds even, so I'm the fat one. Of course, "all of my friends who are near my height" is a grand total of about 3 people, but still, I feel about as big as all 3 of them put together. Yes, I do feel like being negative. :(

So, a certain closet lesbian girl has taken issue with my facebook status from yesterday. She is ENRAGED to the max that anyone ever would dare be pro-gay. She did not post on the status itself, as she preferred to save her epic rage fit until I saw her in person today. I think we all know who this not-so mysterious lesbian girl is.

FCG: SUPER DUCK, I AM ANGRY.
Me: Aww, why?
FCG: I saw your stupid facebook status.
Me: It's not stupid.
FCG: YES, IT IS. Being gay is bad, and those attractions are a CHOICE! How can you think otherwise?

Helpful Junior was quite helpful today. She told me out of nowhere that two of the easiest girls in the entire school hooked up (with each other) a little while back. Unfortunately, neither one of them is very attractive, and I've heard they possibly have... uh... diseases, so it's not like I can just go ask one of them if they'll help me out! Then Helpful Junior said French Class Girl was gorgeous, which was just weird and not so helpful. What is it with people thinking FCG is hot!? She is sooooo totally not!

I don't feel all that great tonight. I am currently lamenting my lack of a social life. My dad did not help much: "Oh, I'm sure things will get better once you get your real driver's license." I wish I didn't live in the middle of nowhere.

My dad's girlfriend came over this weekend and brought her evil, evil children, which my grandma summed up perfectly as being "straight from hell." All they do is screech and wail and whine, and they have such shrill voices. I just want to jam knives in my eardrums. Thank goodness they've finally left.

Dear Mrs. History Teacher,

You know, there are a lot of things I don't like about you. Insinuating that atheism is merely an adolescent phase was NOT cool. Practically comparing homosexuality to cutting off little boys' balls so their voice doesn't deepen and they can sing higher was also very, very uncool. Sorry, but you have absolutely no concept of tact. I hate it when you single out people who are different races than you. I have no idea what you meant by my friend's "old country" today since she was born in America. Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot. She is from a different country than you. You, Mrs. History Teacher, were born on the Isle of Shitforbrains. No wonder French Class Girl liked you! You guys are from the same place! You also say that the fact that society is becoming less religious will lead to terrible things. Guess what? I'm an atheist AND a good person! I don't need a god to be good.

But what REALLY gets me is your glaring hypocrisy. You were mad today because we didn't finish reading our handouts you gave us yesterday. That was roughly 20 pages! I told you, "I'm sorry. I started, but I have other classes too." You were thoroughly displeased. Well, maybe I am thoroughly displeased with YOU. And I swear if your "little quiz" you're giving just to be an asshole tomorrow messes up my B average and forces me into another 2 months of the Nazi bootcamp study hall that I can't even study in, my therapist bill will be on YOU when I break down.

No love,
Super Duck

Today was not so great. It's just been one thing after another ever since I got up. It all started this morning when I was feeding my cats. My grown cat was eating on the screened-in porch, and my little backyard kittens were, of course, outside. When I opened the door to bring them their food, one decided it was curious about indoor life and ran past me through the door. My grown cat is NOT a fan of baby kittens. I tried to catch my kitten, but it was too fast. Then I saw my cat sniffing it. I figured he'd probably attack it, so I grabbed him and... tossed him onto the nearest chair... I didn't mean to throw him, and he didn't get hurt since it was only a couple feet away, but I was in a hurry, and I didn't want him to hurt the kitten. I felt really bad about it. I hope he's not still mad at me. :'( He doesn't seem to be, but I still feel terrible!

French Class Girl wasn't in school today, but I still have a story for you guys! Today there was chemistry tutoring for the upcoming test. Not understanding quantum numbers, I decided to join in. We all know who's in my chemistry class, right? I'm pretty sure you know where this is going. Having to sit just inches away from Old Crush for a full 45 minutes or so was soooo awkward! It only got worse when she started talking to me. I thought I was gonna puke. Oh, and it's a good thing I never had a chance with her because she can't understand anything I say!

Why does Old Crush have to be such a sexy, evil bitch? I hate her. Who does she think she is, sexily bending over less than a foot away from me to get her paper? And I couldn't even touch her amazing body, of course. I just had to sit there and try not to drool too much. It STILL blows my mind that she and French Class Girl are cousins. They are opposites! Old Crush is hot, hot, HOT; French Class Girl is... Uhhhh, I don't want to call her ugly, but she's definitely not cute. Old Crush is mean; French Class Girl occasionally tries to be mean but instead comes off as endearingly stupid. Old Crush is, unfortunately, as straight as an arrow; French Class Girl is so gay she makes the rainbow look like a shining beacon of heterosexuality. The differences go on and on and on.

This senior guy I've never talked to in my entire life came up to me today, butted into my conversation, and told me I was going to rot in hell. I said, "Great! I'll see you there." He just kind of slowly walked away after that. It was pretty weird and oddly hilarious. I've heard he's a rotten bag of douche, and I guess it's true.