So my friend brought his OoT ocarina in today, so I spent break running around school with him playing the Song Storms whilst I shouted, "Making it rain, *****es!"... I then spent lunch looking at my feet, telling my form tutor that I'm sorry and how I didn't mean to "offend any younger students". I swear the Year 7s have foul tongues then we had back then. Needless to say my form tutor hates me, and that note on SIMS is going to look SO messed up. "Alex was disruptive, he and Tom ran around school playing music whilst shouting explicit language" Love you too teachers <3
And now you looking mildly insane, except this post ruins it it. Meh, I got a small amount of satisfaction.
Then again Paradox, doing that probably DID look mildly insane. Phoenix, your rifle is just like mine except there's probably lots of things actually different between the two!
Yours is a G36... While mine is a standard M4. Yours probably cost below $100, and sucks ( ), while mine "originally" costs $160, but is on a "sale" (permanent sale...) for $145... And with a 20% off deal for 2013... It costed $116.
You know, when someone tells you they expect you to be perfect, and they ask you why you're disappointed when you're not, they ask you why you can't handle it... The answer is because of them, and somehow they're just too blind to see it. Am I supposed to be happy because I'm apparently disappointing? Do you think things continue to even matter after essentially being told that you're worthless? How the hell does that make any form of sense? How does comparing people make anyone feel better about themselves? Am I suppose to still care that I'm old enough to do x now? Because I can, should I? Am I somehow expected to be simultaneously flawless and perfectly flawed at the same time? Am I not supposed to be disappointed when I don't live up to your expectations? Do you expect me to know how to cope when you haven't even taught me how? Do you expect me to care about the exact same trite argument for why YOUR way is the only way I'm going to amount to anything? Why do you bother if you think I'm not going to turn out spectacular anyways? Are people designed to tear each other down?