this online class has the potential to really aggravate me. i can tell the teacher is a grade A douche through his e-mails alone. he thinks that my generation doesn't take anything into consideration and makes comments like "i'm sure none of you care about the 800,000 people that were slaughtered in 1993" and also thinks we're all racist which is absolutely absurd- and for the record i was fucking five years old in 1993 so i don't think i was capable of forming any kind of political opinion, let alone tie my own shoes. today, ghost of rwanda is supposed to come in the mail from netflix (because he demanded we subscribe to them to get ridiculous documentaries) and he sent out a "warning" that it's incredibly intense and depressing. i can definitely handle it. i'm looking forward to it so i can write my response and verbally kick his ass by showing him i am in fact an intelligent girl and i do in fact give a shit. i just hate when older people assume everyone my age is a social delinquent that is bound for failure in the future. there are some of us that have their heads screwed on tightly and have ambitions and goals and plans. we don't all party ourselves into oblivion and acquire at least one venereal disease. if not for myself, i want to succeed to prove everyone wrong. alright, time for my happy list.
hot sand, clean sheets, peeling off a sunburn, subtle but meaningful public displays of affection, pedicures, diy home improvements, little kids' logic, random outbursts of dance, making fun of people who are unaware that i am making fun of them, listening to old peoples' stories.
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