Exasperated

Hey. It's me. Random Awesome.

It's kinda hard to tell emotions when it's in type, but I'm pretty sure by now you guys MUST have picked up the fact that I'm not too happy. Except for guys, of course, who are so thick-skinned they can't tell if two girls are being nice to each other or actually two seconds away from clawing at each other's faces with unnatural pointy nails and throwing expensive Louis Vuitton handbags.

The reason is actually pretty stupid, and I'm pretty sure you'll all hate me for making you wait in suspense as to why I could possibly be mad, me who is so randomly awesome.

Like I said, it's stupid, but it's usually the stupid reasons that make me the most mad, like who ate the last of the chocolate, or who messed up my duvet (I have OCD. Thanks for the genes, Mum and Dad) or who flipped the channel from Merlin to Maths is Fun! And No, We're Not Just Paid To Say That!

So I have a mental block when it comes to Maths. I'm serious. If they did some brain X-Ray, I'm pretty sure they'll find a huge chunk of it missing.

Must be the chocolate I'm eating *grimace*.

So yesterday I stayed up till late doing ALL my Maths homework. It's negative fractions / negative integers / negative what have you, anyway. WITHOUT a calculator.

Kudos to me, people!

So I go to school, feeling pretty pleased with myself . No more scrambling desperately around the class, searching for a book to copy. No more pleading and begging. No more grinning cheesily at the teacher and trying to find another excuse.

People who do that, I laugh at you.

And then the teacher comes in.

I wait, breath bated, legs poised, so I can run to her desk and plonk it there, pride of place, and forever earn the title of the Nerd. (Why else would I be so keen to hand up my work?)

But she forgets.

When I ever so gently remind her (rather than yelling in her face, "HEY, LADY! I FINISHED MY WORK, THE LEAST YOU CAN DO IS REMEMBER IT!!!!!")

And then she says, "Oh, that. Yes. Class, hand it up tomorrow."

PHOOOOT.

That's not a fart, in case you were wondering. It's the sound of all my hopes and dreams being crushed slowly to death. It's the sound of the wind being taken out of my sails.

Yes, all right, it COULD also be a fart.

Next time, I won't bother. Let me just go back to being one of THOSE people. Those hey-I'm-your-best-friend-right-could-I-just-possibly-copy-your-homework? people.

"Hey, teacher, my cat ate my homework!"

Yeah. One of those people.

Later guys,
Random Awesome