Monday; December 5, 2011

Monday.

I hate Mondays.

Maybe it's because Monday is the sole proof that the weekend is once again over and that another week of school has to be endured. Maybe it's because a lot of people hate Mondays as well and because of that are more temperamental than usual. Or maybe it's because it was a Monday when the dobe… Let's just say it was a bad day involving him, a huge bowl of ramen, a pissed off man, the act of shoving something down one's underwear, and my being scarred for life at seeing something of the dobe's that I never want to see again.

Whatever it is, Mondays suck…

Today Kakashi-sensei made each of us pass our journals. He was obviously very eager to read what we wrote. Today was actually the earliest time he's ever been late. He was that excited and hopeful that one of his students liked him enough as a teacher to help him out with his lack of "special books". He was probably also hoping to get some "juicy" information (as Sakura says) or whatever it is people with no lives tend to do.

Hn.

I'd pity him if I weren't so pissed because of this project which he's using (I don't know if it's intentional or not) as a torture device against me and the rest of the male population of our class (except Naruto who is enjoying writing about his ramen, all its flavors and how much he loves it, how to worship it, what to do and not to do when within five feet of a bowl of ramen, and all that ramen-crazed crap that effectively bored our sensei).

He seemed pretty amused at what all the other students wrote, even Naruto's. He was not so pleased with mine.

After reading my journal, he had, as the dobe described, an "evil aura". The dobe swore he saw thunder clouds behind our sensei which were apparently shooting bolts of lightning.

He said that a journal was a place for thoughts, not letters to him telling him how much his project sucked. He stressed that a journal was also not a place to write lies about an amazing teacher's manner of teaching. Especially not for "whiney boys with a chicken's ass for a hairdo".

Sakura had to hold my hand to keep me calm and stop me from trying to punch my teacher.

He saw this and it was obvious that he was smirking behind his mask. He looked at me directly and added that a journal was indeed a place where said whiney boys could write about being a pushover to their pink-haired girlfriends.

And before I managed to get up from my chair, the bell rang, and sensei left the room in what seemed like a poof of smoke.

Coward.

Good thing Sakura promised to help me forget about the whole annoying ordeal.

I'd write more words, but my girlfriend and I are busy. (Sensei, I am smirking)

This assignment is still stupid.

Sasuke

Okay. How was this chapter? I think this story's getting more and more idiotic with each update I make. Ah, but anyways, I had fun writing about Kakashi having slight revenge on Sasuke. And not really stating what Sasuke and Sakura do. But I honestly don't have any ideas for that. I'll live that for your imagination. =) And does it seem like Sasuke is starting to like writing? And is in denial judging by the last statement? XD

Who knows which episode from Naruto I got the description of Kakashi having an evil aura with a stormy background? XD

Review? Reviews are much appreciated. =)