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Heyla all you weirdos who actually try to read my entries for some unknown reason!!! Here's another addition of "Kit's boring life!!!"

I hate my boyfriend. ^-^ heart heart
Know that sounds weird but hey, it works. I haven't talked to him for a month and it's not like he's really makin' much of an effort to talk to me (at least not from my end.), so all my friends say screw it and dump him. I say just screw it. I doubt he'd read the message if I sent it to him. XPXPXPXPXPXPXP men are assholes!!!!

I died my hair red and all my teachers think it's awesome. The lunch b***h complained of course. For those of you who're wondering, the lunch b***h is this old hag who goes around the mini caf. screeching at people to sit down and take their hats off and stop conversing so loud. "Lunch is not a social hour!!!!!"

Well, I tried to be nice, but when I'm trying to stand in the lunchline and choose what ******** kind of pizza I want, the last thing I need is that old hag's voice blaring in my ear that I'm not allowed to stand up. I mean COME ON!!!! It's the ******** lunchline for cryin' out loud!!!!
So from now on, my Tweetie Bird hoodie will accompany to lunch so that she can only see the highly unnatural haircolors in the lunchroom. What was wrong with mine you may ask but probably not?? Well, "It's too pink". ******** YOU b***h!!! (I'm sorry for all of the cursing, I'm in a mood). I mean really, she had a choice between someone with two hair colors, one being neon green and the other being an ugly orangy-white color all on one head, and me with my "too pink" red hair, and she chooses me. I've started a new ritual of standing up and giving her a large demonstration of how many languages I can curse at her in, and how much I truly do like my middle fingers whenever she passes.

Well, I guess I'm done fuming for now. I might add more later.

And this concludes another episode of "Kitsu's Dull Life!!!" I end in a cheapass impression of an announcer's voice as I flash the computer screen and give you all the finger. No children, not that one.

Oh, and on a happier side-note, there's a pep-rally Friday. A long one. That means watching/recording a lot of hot guys makin' out in the mini caf. while the b***h walks around screamin' at the kids in the gym for "pepping too loudly". I love my school. heart heart