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<center> well, if you bother to check the dates, you will realize that i have skipped a...um.. "few" days. this was because either i came home an fell asleep, or because just nothing happened.
smith has come out to be a -big- let down, and a major b***h. i think i scared him, which is rather sad. anyway, hes comen up with excuses to avoide me, so i'll avoide him aswell. oh well. its scary to give a person so much power... lets hope this pretty boy is up to -that- part of his word. besides, anyone who met me, they wouldnt beleive it.
at least i hope.
my brain is in a state of.. fuzz. damn naps always screw me up. so, half asleep, i deal with the.. pleasures.. of living with -my- family. oh joy. its hard enough to deal with the selfish, overweight bastards without being half asleep and trying to pay attention to their bullshit.
Question of moral.. or how many people you actualy care about?
well, as you guessed, i have a -few- friends in this damn place we call Crossett.
Now, in ROTC, we are required, once a week, to wear the uniforms of hell. we are required to wear these threads of the damn for the whole day ((the end of 8th period)), unless given permission to take them off, or "action will be taken to assure the rule is carried out".
but, heres the catch: our NSI's ((naval science instructors, or teach's)), leave the Jr. High ((Normal, our school, because we are only first years)), to go to the highschool to teach the other cadets ((9th grade up, basicly, 2nd years through)). which means.. there is no one there to tell them you removed your uniforms.. except your peers.
well.. i say that if -i- should wear the uniform of the damned, so should they.
the pussies.
i hate these people, really. now, for the delicious concequences -they- suffer for bein such whimps. they are:</center>
1. they are "zeroed out". this means that all uniform inspections, even if they passed em with flyin colors, are changed to zeros for the WHOLE NINE WEEKS. ouch, man, really ouch.
2. they loose ALL ranks they had before then, and are reduced to -my- league of cadet. see, some cadets get promoted if they seem to have enough responsibility, and get different jobs. such as Seaman Apprentice, which gives him authority over the class, and leaves him in charge when the dudes arent there, or you can get different jobs, such as Armory Apprentice, which means you can help pass out the guns and swords and stuff. all sorts of neat little jobs. but if you screw up bad enough, like these ********, you loose that. heh heh
3. they loose the respect of Lt. Mathews. this guy, the Senior of the two, he is the best guy you can meat. it is HARD to get him pissed.. but they manage to do it every week. he's also the guy who gives ranks, he, if you are failin an he likes you, will give you a c+ or better, just for doin good in class an tryin.
4.they are writtin up. ok, now this is one of the harshest ones. the new prinicipal, Mr. Garrison, in all his gay, stupid glory, has had this new thing approved that, if you get three referals or more, you get 2 hours of Saturday School. this means you have to go to Norman, on a saturday, and spend it with some lucky teacher who was hired to be there and waist their saturdays with you. yeah, they are in a real happy mood, i am guessin, when you get there. for every referal after that, you can get 2-8 hours added EACH TIME. it doesnt take long to get a butt load of saturdays from your month. did i mention that it starts at 7 am, and your parents have to sign you in? yeah, no sleepin late for this thing. you sit there doin work. joy.
5. they get the tellin-off of their lives. Lt. Mathews, hes one of those creepy nice guys. he smiles even when pissed. hes ******** scary man. he can ruin your life if he wants to, but he doesnt. hes normally a good guy. he can really help you out, and is there when ya need him. sometimes he even does a playful banter about ya, "scorrin", just for laughs, but if you want him to stop, unless he's pissed, if you ask him to he will. but he can give one hell of a tellin off. no idea what it was like, but these supposid "tough boys" who went out with grins, came back in tears. damn. doesnt that send a shiver up your spine?
6. you get to see Mr. Garrison in person, and explain to him why you didnt wear your uniform. shiiit... and some people make it worse; they dont have an excuse, so they say "i dont know", which leads to MORE tellin off, an a possible call him.
7. you are banned from goin over to the highschool. the highschool is where all after school ROTC meetings happen, unless it is a participation thing like a football game, but you still have to go to the highschool to do anything. this is everything from reg Drill Team, to Honor Guard ((the fancy dudes with the swords that you have to be an officer to be part of. its an honor jus to be on it)). it is required that you participate in at least two thingies a week. ((mine is girl's exhibition and Rifle team. my mom jus thinks that i am goin to Rifle team)). if you dont, thats more zeros. yay. and now they are banned. this means that they could fail your for this class.
<center> soooo.. just by removing their uniforms, they get all that. and i.. -i-.. have the power to have all this happen to them. these cocky pussies, thinking they can get away with it, and then be a b***h to me? yeah.. right. they are so ******** stupid if they think i give a s**t about them. there is maybe.. 4 people, at the most, who i would not tell on. maybe. boy, i love this feelin. and they think i wont do it again. i aint dealin with their s**t. ******** them. s**t, i'll send em to tell myself one of these days. soon as i can find a handgun that fits in my backpack. you watch.
oh wow.. lucky us.. there is a naval ball comen up. i mean a formal ball. tux-and-gown type thing. am i goin?
course not, are ya stupid?
sure, i would like to go.. and i am kinda sad i cant, but its better off that way, right? i mean, i would have to buy a dress, which i have never worn before, and go to this really formal dinner, with people i dont even know. and then, because i dont have a date, when it came to the dancing.. i would just.. sit and watch.. like all the other times.. no. i am not going. maybe next year.. i would go if one of the local guys asked me out, but the chance of that happening is like.. zero. who wants me by their side? i would have to wear a really formal gown, with sleeves, and.. sit back and watch as all the cute, thin, pretty girls are admirered, and stuff. no. no way in hell.. one day maybe.
how do you deal with a friend who's annoying voice grates on your every nerve like dull nails, digging deeper and deeper in? whos every ounce of stupidity makes you long to punch her and pin her to the ground as your strangle the life from her? sarah is getting on my last nerve. i cant stand her.. i am trying to be nice, but she says and does stuff that is so ******** stupid.. and the fact that she is hanging out with other people and ignoring me. good? such as one really annoying fact.
she had asked me to scan something for her. ok, no problem, i can scan it and put it on photobucket for her till she saved it on her account. all set and done, she tells me i can delete it from my account. to be sure, i even waited a little longer before i deleted it. well, she then sends me an email saying "why is the pic in my profile only a red x?! is it gaia or photobucket?!" well, on a growing suspition, i checked the properties of the red x that was the pic i had scanned, and sure enough, she had direct linked to me. i ******** told her not to, damn it. she didnt even bother payin attention. now shes bitchin at me, sayin its my fault. she doesnt even have a photobucket account. shes all "what the hell did you do to it?" and s**t. i am -not- scanning anything else for her. she can go to hell. if she is readin this, Gwendoleth, [/******** you. i've had enough of everyone.
i need a nap...
pic of the day!!!
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 Silver_Flame118 · Sat Oct 09, 2004 @ 01:25am · 0 Comments |
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