Dear Diary,
Remind me never to feel lonely again. I have to take on some girl and "tutor" her. Oh great. But, that ain't the worst bit. The worst bit is I have to share my locker with her. My locker! Why should I lend her use of that?! I can only just fit all my stuff including my lab coats, books, limited edition copy of "Minecraft" and my goggles in there and now she is going to put her bloomin' mascara and make-up in there and some other girl things. (Note to self: Research "Girly things")
Then I met the girl
I was just working out the compleat chemical formula for SeziumFrankolithicRixyDixyDo xyDexyDroxide when she plonked her bottom right on the desk. I asked her politely to move but instead she grabbed onto my poor muzzle. Now, nobody but me touches my muzzle. Its my special place that I don't like interfered with, especially not by people as stuck-up as her! Then she did something I'd never forgive her for.
She snogged me!
Urrgg!
"Please, don't do that!" I pleaded.
She just turned around and said "I guess your stuck with me for a long time."
You know how people say "Cleanliness is next to Godliness"? Well it isn't. But it is true that "Arrogance is next to Intelligence". But she takes it to another level, she is so arrogant! Some would say she was "a headstrong young woman" but I'd say different. She is however extremely smart, I'll give her that and that alone.
It's like that old song goes,
"Whiskey woman don't you know that you are driving me insane?"
Tech