I'm in the Business.

I have this new obsession for Minesweeper, where I could just spend hours playing it. Weird, huh?

Well today was a completely pointless day, waste of what could have been 5 more hours of sleep. Chemistry was....Chemistry. Nothing bad to say about that one. The bad part of the day must've been the bus ride home.

Now I don't usually let a bunch of dimwitted jackasses get to me, but you can only really take that kind of idiocy for a certain amount of time before you start to feel as if your brains are going to melt from the pure lack of intelligence displayed by said dimwitted jackasses.

Point in case - bullying younger, smaller, defenseless kids for no good reason. I'm not even going to pretend that I haven't teased a fair amount of people myself - because I have - but they were never the kind not to bite back. After a while, I came to my senses, too, and found something else to do with my time...Apparently, some people love to make their whole life revolve around a singular being that is apparently the personification of everything they "hate" - quotation marks because to really hate someone, you have to know what hate means (most people don't) .

Bullying is just one of those things that make me very very angry. Only one thing really makes me angry. Injustice. Honestly, bullying has to be the worst form of injustice you'll find in high schools. Except for racism and discrimination - which is just sickening - and sexism -I mean, stop being a brainless macho asshole and open your eyes to the fact that women are just as good as you are, for goodness' sake!

But back to my original point, injustice really makes my blood boil. I will not stand for it, and I will definitely *not* shut up for the sake of not being called a "tattle-taler" - which would be inaccurate regardless, because a tattle-taler invents stories.

Anyway, as if the day wasn't bad enough already, I was called a bitch [HA! hahahahaha] for no reason - or actually, because I thought something was "sort of morally unethical" and said it out loud. Goodness, I deserve to be burnt at the stake. Frankly though, why should I care about a person who, at our age, still MIMICS people with a weird voice and then says "Look at me, I'm a bitch" to prove their point?

Can't think of any reasons? Neither can I. Guess that's settled then.

Hm, I'd forgotten how cathartic [the adjective here, not the noun :S :P] writing this blog was!

Later :)

P.S. Sorry for the colourful language. Although I usually refrain from swearing and using insulting words [such as dimwitted jackasses], they tend to slip out when I'm ticked off.