“A hideous ecstasy of fear and vindictiveness…”

“A hideous ecstasy of fear and vindictiveness…”
Tomorrow is FCAT, unfortunately, and for some unexplainable reason, I’ve become irritated. I finished my essay, so I should be happy, right? Brandon is being a fucking douche bag. Oh! Shit! Here comes the rant:
What the fucking shit? I mean. I’m generally a good student. I turn in my homework, study, pay attention, help other kids, but somehow, when it comes to doing Tiffany’s grades, he can’t fucking add. Alright, so we did an extra credit activity involving surface area, volume, and area. I got a twenty a ten the first time, corrected it, and got a twenty. Understandable, correct? 10+10=20. But Tiffany for a fuckin’ twenty-two, checked it, and somehow got a goddamned forty-eight. How the shit did you get forty eight? 22+22=…48??? What the fuck? I hate that pedophile dick, Mr. Bakker, those damn facial pubes. Speaking of pubes, some girl left pubes on the toilet, and I’m gonna find out too. I mean, now I don’t want to even go in there anymore. >.>
I’m a bit drove. This blog is short, because I have to resume copying my essay long hand.
Bye.
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