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You sleep because your body, not your brain, needs to.
Now for my rant:
I am about to graduate high school, something I am very proud of, like beyond all belief proud. (I almost fucked myself up in my sophmore year)
As I look at the people I leave behind, one in particular has come to stand out over the past year. As in, the (excuse the language) fucking bitch needs to get her ass handed to her, and if she keeps fucking pushing my buttons, it's going to be me who does it!
She is a freshman, and she is one of the most irritating people I've ever met in my eighteen years!
Now, I am in the drama program, a techie by choice. (I could act, but have no desire to) She is an actress. She is rather firm in her belief that she is the best actress, the best singer, and the most important person in the group. Now, I'll give her credit where it's due; she has a decent singing voice, and she can . . . well, at least she remembers most of her lines. However, we have far better actors, better singers, better dancers, etc. Her constant, undeserved arrogance is getting on my one last nerve and I'm ready to knock her flat on her ass until she gets brought down a peg or two!
Her next quality: I have a good friend who is Puerto Rican. Note: I said Puerto Rican. The wench though, insists on calling my friend Mexican! She is not Mexican! She's Puerto Rican! There's a difference!
Also, she seems to feel we care about her outside life. We're not friends with her, we don't. But she continues to broadcast her personal problems, from speaking at top volume into her cell phone in the middle of the stage, to bringing her boyfriend to rehearsals (A major no-no) and fighting with him there. She then proceeds to rant and rave to people who both a.) honestly don't care about her juvenile BS and b.) really need quiet because they're trying to paint a straight line on a canvas while standing on a wobbly ladder.
She also seems to be unable to comprehend the phrases "be quiet, please" "be quiet damn it" "shut up you moron" and "if you do not become silent in the next two seconds, I'm going to throw a paint brush at you, you fucking whore!" Even when you throw the paint brush! (waves arms dramatically) Then she complains for two hours about how you hit her with a paint brush! (I warned you damn it!)
I've never been so thankful that in two months, I will never have to see her again. To my younger friends, I'm very sorry you have to deal with her still. (Friends cry)
Now I'm done. Thank you for allowing me to rant.
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