I don't understand people.
I mean I'm pretty sure they just exist to annoy me.
Today in Spanish class the teacher told me to work with one of my classmates, let's call her Holga (I don't want to write her name because I don't want her to read this and think "oh that's me, let's make the person who wrote this life a living hell").
Anyway, "Holga" has been my nemesis (well, one of them) ever since I met her and she stole my Pokémon card (a LONG time ago).
I Spanish yesterday, "Holga" asked the person in front of her for an eraser (I sit next to her) but he ignored her. I offered her mine but she just looked at me weird and asked the girl behind her.
And today, "Holga" shouted out "Can I borrow an eraser!?" With her usual annoying voice. I, once again, offered her my eraser. She looked at me the same way as yesterday and said "I don't need that". When my even more annoying teacher came to us "Holga" asked for, can you guess? An eraser! My teacher gave her mine and "Holga" picked it up like it was a rat or something, she barely touched it. When she was done she threw it on the floor and my teacher just walked away.
When I finished our assignment I went home. It felt much better then because I dreamed that I slapped her on the face.
Did I mention she thinks Hannah Montana is a real person?
