In your face, bizotch.

That's what I almost said to Mrs. Mihalyo today after she taunted me about not seeing her for "extra help" after class. Basically, it went like this:

M.M(Mrs. Mihalyo): "And Chris, you haven't come in to see me after class after I wanted you to last week!"
ME(me): I know.
MM: "Well the pressure's on today to get a 100 on the quiz."
ME: "Whatever."

So here we go, i take the quiz. Guess what:

EL ONE HUNDRED PERCENT-O! POUR MOI!

How's that song go? Oh yeah. IN YOUR FACE, BIZOTCH!!


That's a good song.

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So then later today we had that stupid time capsule performance that, if it could, which it can, if it were summed up into one word, my word for it would be the following:

STUPID.

or

BORING

or

NOTANECESSITYFORGOINGTOCOLLEGE.

Kinda like Bio for me, but then again it's a chance to put down some old lady that thinks she's the bomb from the 40's and show her who cares about Bio. But since I don't care about Bio, it won't be me. :)