Thriller

The past two days have not sucked.

Now, I'm not saying that I enjoy school now, granted it IS better than hanging around my grandmother's house all day while having to listen to her have one sided conversations with our cats.. but school still does semi suck. For instance, the entire school had a 25 minute long conversation/argument this morning (at NINE AM) about needing to clean the towels more often and how we could all help to make it happen. That conversation should have been two sentences long. "Stop putting the haircutting towels in the mani/pedi towel piles. And if you see that a load of laundry needs to be done, do it." But nothing is ever that simple, is it? One girl got so butt hurt about someone saying she was bad at laundry that she literally walked out the door and went home for the day. I'm just going to go ahead and be the first to say that I blame it on our merging monthly cycles.

Still, the worst part of the day and probably the most predictable was my teacher assigning me a new 'work station partner.' I'd give you one guess as to who I have to stand a mere 2 feet from now, but it's pretty obvious. Yes, yes. Fat Baby Mama. I could have been seated at 4 other spots in the room, but of course, OF COURSE, that's where I get put. Instead of letting it get to me I saw it as a challenge. I'M GOING TO BE BETTER THAN HER AT EVERYTHING AND SHOVE IT IN HER FAT FACE.

And ohh boiiiiiiii did I ever. Today we learned Jheri curls, the widely popular hairstyle within the African American community. (Think black Michael Jackson in the 80s.) Well, I fucking ruled that fad and my new workstation buddy did NOT. (According to her, it was her head and not her ability to perform which was holding her back. HA! Like I haven't been given that line before.) All she did was complain and I'm happy to say that I no longer believe she is the teacher's pet she once was.

My grin was further widened when we went on our much deserved break and I went next door to Gino's to eat a beer for lunch. Not only was I able to enjoy a mug full of frothing Budweiser but the owner came over to my table and asked if he could buy me some food so it didn't "look so bad." (Sad? No. Extremely marvelous? Uhhhdoiiiiii!) And yeah, out of all the food they serve I got a small garden salad with ranch dressing on the side. Your point?

XXXO
Miranda