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universal be-mean-to-pat day

today is universal be-mean-to-pat day. wanna know why? well okay i'll tell you why. first, there's mrlui- the math teacher (horror of horrors) he always seems to glare at me like he hates me cos i don't study hard enough and i purposely do badly in my tests which in turn probably lowers his average for the classes he teaches and maybe even affects his chances of getting a promotion. (breathes) who knows, i might even be putting his job on the line cos i keep on failing my tests. but i don't do it on purpose! he goes so freaking fast during lessons and when i ask him questions he deems to be stupid he'll say "i don't think we have time for this now, can you look for me after class?" well HELLO if i could look for you after all my classes there wouldn't BE a need for me to sit in that class in the first place would there? then why even ask the class "any questions?" and if he's going to criticize all my questions and make me sound like an idiot infront of the whole class then wth is he doing as a teacher?! pfft. furthermore he thinks i am arrogant, why? cos i didn't know how to do a whole 10m qtn in one of the tests and he exclaimed, "why didn't you do this qtn?! you were very confident of the rest of your paper is it!" -curses in gibberish. worstest teacher ever. can't teach for nuts. if i was so smart and could follow all his lessons then why the need to come to school huh? why assume everyone is as smart as you. grrr.

the next mean-to-pat people. i don't get it. socialites and miss populars of the sch they might be but i do happen to think that ignoring me is like the rudest thing to do. okay so i don't go around socializing with the world, so i don't spend 100% of the time squealing about how the whole world is stalking you, so i don't wear super low socks and break sch rules like nuts. blahblahblah. okay so angry! first impression of them was more accurate than i thought. i was trying so hard to be NICE and try to understand and appreciate and respect their characters. but do they care? NOOO. aghhh. what is the world coming to. attention-seeking, spoilt...people.

oh and if you thought that was it? there was also my dentist! she was so grumpy! scolding me for opening my mouth too big. like i even know exactly how big she wants me to open it?! she was like poking and prodding my mouth for so long. asking me to open bigger, then smaller, then turn here, then turn there. and at the end of all the painful insertions of metal things into my mouth, she said, "and don't walk in like that again! like that you mix up all the rest of the appts!" but i didn't walk in! i made an appt! and then after defending myself she just said, "what? oh but you came late." -.-" yah like all the previous times i came on time and waited for a whole hour for my name to be called- those times YOU weren't late la? in the first place, when i came, she was the one talking and socializing with some other woman in the clinic next door. not like she was in there waiting right?! ughhh. scold here scold there, so grouchy for what?! she was poking my gums and they hurt so much she didn't even say sorry. lousy orthodontic skills....

okay that's all i suppose. i guess the highlight was getting to see DENISE KELLER! when i went to see the doctor at holland v. she dyed her hair blonde! omg. and she's so pretty! ahh! body to die for. omgomgomg. heh. i touched and read the same magazine as her! lol. she looked so nice. exactly like she did on tv. she does put on a whole lot of makeup though... hm. i went in to see the doctor after her. so while she was waiting to be seen i got to stare at her a lot. how nice. haha.

okay it's dinner. i'm feeling fat. and if someone who reads the angsty parts gets offended, i didn't mean to offend you. only venting here. aircon vents. pat vents. harhar. everyone eat grass- denise keller's a vegetarian! okay incoherent. byebye.

[pat]* decided to runaway-.

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