I have no idea how much I've ranted on this forum since being on year 10, but it's only gonna go downhill from now on (provided that it's a Tuesday). I swear, if I have to carry all this luggage to the field for any more weeks (implying many weeks) I'm gonna end up looking like Rodrick from Diary of a Wimpy Kid. It doesn't make it any better that everyone is out for my blood on that particular day. I go into the bus, and the driver is actually rather friendly, saying hello to people and stuff, but then a bunch of *insert absolutely bitch crazy horde of ranting girls* come on to the bus and start bullying both me AND the driver, like "DRIVE FASTER, FATTY!". So they say hi to me, sit a row back or two and start talking about me having mental problems and beating people up (which clearly shows that this is the type of intelligence that can no longer can be dealt with, since before the incident with the "Swagtard", I had a completely CLEAN record during this and the previous year), and then proceed to insult my family, and act like I can't hear them. First of all, if you want to talk behind someone's back, DON'T DO IT LITERALLY OR THEY CAN HEAR YOU, and SECOND OF ALL, don't shout so loud that it pisses of all the other passengers (who also glared at ME as I walked out). Even my fucking DOOR KEYHOLE wants a piece of me, as my key got jammed and I couldn't open the door for FIFTEEN minutes, before the cleaner of my house proceeds to endlessly bitch at me for nothing, then proceed to ground me for the rest of the day, because she thinks that the violence of video games that are exceedingly violent (ahem) are causing me to act like this. Well, unless the game must involve either a story that makes you cry a river or two, or a old man with an orange on his head doing one of the best dances ever to be seen, you can't blame video games entirely because almost ALL games are violent to some point.
On tuesdays, it's me versus the world.