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The watermelon girl, Iman, she quit lessons at RVC music. I'm such a failure of a teacher. I mean, she often skipped lessons and never came in on time. But she was funny. The other two, Maggie and Emily, whatever. I don't even want to teach anymore. I'm a bad teacher. I don't know how to play the violin. I'm not a maestro. Not a virtuoso. I'm an amateur at best. A beginning amateur. I'm a liar. A far cry. A laughing stock. A fraud. Bollocks. Cock me.
Basically all I've been doing with my life is sleeping. I missed today's Bio lab and last week's. Which is a fucking stupid thing for me to have done, being that passing this class means not ever having to listen to a scientist tell me what's what about photosynthesis or stupid stem cells. These fucking core classes. The bane of my college career. The last thing I need is someone telling me what to learn. That was high school. I'm in my 5th year of college and I'm still struggling with motherfucking core classes. And at the core, I'm not learning a goddamn thing. I've forgotten seven or eight years of Spanish in the past three months. Math escapes me as soon as a learn anything about it. I'm a base ten piece of a shit for the rest of my life. So now this, my third attempt at learning anything about Biology, and by far the easiest. And basically all I have to do is attend class and lab. That's too much to ask from a sorry sack of waste like me.
And today was the screening of my two-minute movie that I made with David. And I missed that. My first goddamn film. I knew it would be a piece of shit, but I could have at least shown up for class to view it. To stuffer with the rest of the assholes.
This is too early in the semester for me to be fucking up this hard.
Speaking of stem cells, I had to write a paper about them for Bio that was to be handed in yesterday. Yesterfuckingday. I was in bed, not sleeping, but thinking about stem cells and how little I know about tem and how much I don't want to write a paper on the topic. It's a paper for the easiest Bio class offered. The people in this class can barely put words together in common speech. I often wonder what their papers look like. I'm sure some are a laugh-riot. But a laugh-riot paper handed in on time is worth more than one handed in late by a schmuck who isn't worth a slice of dick.
My spring break is now, practically. Technically, it's in 30 minutes, when the class that I'm skipping right now gets out. Then is my spring break. But now, now is it too. What do I have planned?
I'm going to travel the fucking world on a floating turd until it sinks to the bottom of the Brown Sea, whereupon I'll build a house made of shit and live there with a retarded mermaid whose fish part is on top and human part is on bottom. And I'll adore her gaping asshole. And she'll adore mine.
Basically all I've been doing with my life is sleeping. I missed today's Bio lab and last week's. Which is a fucking stupid thing for me to have done, being that passing this class means not ever having to listen to a scientist tell me what's what about photosynthesis or stupid stem cells. These fucking core classes. The bane of my college career. The last thing I need is someone telling me what to learn. That was high school. I'm in my 5th year of college and I'm still struggling with motherfucking core classes. And at the core, I'm not learning a goddamn thing. I've forgotten seven or eight years of Spanish in the past three months. Math escapes me as soon as a learn anything about it. I'm a base ten piece of a shit for the rest of my life. So now this, my third attempt at learning anything about Biology, and by far the easiest. And basically all I have to do is attend class and lab. That's too much to ask from a sorry sack of waste like me.
And today was the screening of my two-minute movie that I made with David. And I missed that. My first goddamn film. I knew it would be a piece of shit, but I could have at least shown up for class to view it. To stuffer with the rest of the assholes.
This is too early in the semester for me to be fucking up this hard.
Speaking of stem cells, I had to write a paper about them for Bio that was to be handed in yesterday. Yesterfuckingday. I was in bed, not sleeping, but thinking about stem cells and how little I know about tem and how much I don't want to write a paper on the topic. It's a paper for the easiest Bio class offered. The people in this class can barely put words together in common speech. I often wonder what their papers look like. I'm sure some are a laugh-riot. But a laugh-riot paper handed in on time is worth more than one handed in late by a schmuck who isn't worth a slice of dick.
My spring break is now, practically. Technically, it's in 30 minutes, when the class that I'm skipping right now gets out. Then is my spring break. But now, now is it too. What do I have planned?
I'm going to travel the fucking world on a floating turd until it sinks to the bottom of the Brown Sea, whereupon I'll build a house made of shit and live there with a retarded mermaid whose fish part is on top and human part is on bottom. And I'll adore her gaping asshole. And she'll adore mine.
