Nevermind
10/4/05
I hate chemistry. I HATE it with a passion. I hate it almost as much as I hate Billy, but at least that retard doesn't have to give me a grade on some stupid lab report that I accidentally set on fire because stupid Marco couldn't hold the friggen beaker straight.
Come on. Give a drummer a break.
Gah. Well, before someone looks over my shoulder and sees me writing seriously (which no one thinks I can) I guess I need to do a signature sign off:
FUCK YOU, CHEMISTRY!
(Edit)
My friggen chemistry teacher just had to walk by when I wrote that nice f – u to chemistry before. Now I have a Saturday detention that clashes with my band practice and Dewey is going to kill me.
Even better – I have to explain it to my dad.
Great. I need an angry father along with a depressed step mom and a friggen mentally disturbed brother harping on me all night long.
FUCK YOU, MR. MICHAELSON!