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Thoughts I Think

This is exactly what the title of the part says. This is a look inside the thoughts that go through my mind. These are thoughts that I don't put in An Ending. Most of these are rants that I wrote at school or just random thoughts I've had at school.

If you guys like this kind of thing (I used to have a rant book) let me know because I can do more of these.

When you kill a bee, it's mostly likely female. Female bees are the ones that do all the work. Male bees just sit around the hive all day. Like they don't even leave the hive. They just sit there on their asses. So really if you want to really kill bees off you need to kill the males because you know special can't procreate without a male and a female ... well unless they're asexual or a hermaphrodite like an earthworm. Earthworms are hermaphrodites. I dissected a worm in biology once. There's not much there. But I was talking about bees. You really shouldn't kill bees because otherwise plants will start dying because pollination will have trouble occurring. Even though bees are really annoying, don't kill them.

If you can't put a fucking translation to your character's writing then you're book shouldn't make it to publication. I get that the character is I dedicated and doesn't know how to write properly. But at least put a fucking translation of what the fuck they're trying to say. It gave me a damn migraine after a fucking page of trying to figure out what the hell this guy was writing. I don't want to spend 2 fucking hours translating. I just fucking skipped the rest of the fucking chapter because I couldn't take it. I can't even stand when people don't write words out in text. I'll tolerate u for you, but if you start writing thanks as thx. Then get the fuck out. I hope you fucking fail your English class. It's not that fucking hard to write the whole damn word out.

If practice ends at 7:30. Then practice better be fucking over at 7:30. Not oh put shit away at 7:30, then have the coach spend the next 15 minutes fucking talking. If you had that much to fucking say then you better start talking earlier so you're fucking done at 7:30. I had to go pick my brother up at 7:30 from baseball practice. I left the house at 7:20 because his practice is 10 minutes from the house. Well I just got home and it's fucking 8:00. I don't have the fucking time or patience to wait around for the dumbass coach to go over practice every fucking day.

You know what I fucking love? When a 7 year old touches your fucking face and hair. She liked my my hair. The color and length to be specific. She's not the first one to like my hair. But that doesn't mean fucking touch my face and hair like I'm fucking dog. I had to push her off me 9 times in the 20 minutes she was by me. Back the fuck up. This is called bad parenting. Teach your fucking kids not to do this. Not only to strangers but to anyone. Out of my younger siblings and my 20 younger cousins none of them have ever done this. Just teach your fucking kids. If you can't learn to do that, don't have fucking kids. It's not that fucking hard. (No pun intended.) Use birth control or a fucking condom. Better yet use both because most people in this world should not reproducing to add to the fucking stupidity of the world.

If you're a female, you should know that a baby isn't inside the stomach. I repeat the baby is not in the fucking stomach. It's in your uterus. You should especially know this by the time you're a senior in high school. I shit you not a girl in my class asked if they baby grew inside your stomach. Have you been living under a fucking rock? Does your mother teach you nothing? Do you not know Google exists? Bitch, the teacher even said 3 times today before you're question that the baby is in the uterus. Are you fucking Deaf? I sincerely hope you never have children because 1. You're not going to know how the baby got there apparently, much less that's it's in your uterus and not you're stomach. 2. With you as a parent, that child would grow up dumb. This fucking girl that asked this is going into the medical field. She's going to fucking fail. She already complains that she isn't doing good in anatomy class. Girl, do you think college is going to be easier? She better find another profession because if she was my nurse I would be getting the fuck out of that hospital before she fucks everything up.

Another thing I love: sitting in the middle of an argument. But they're not arguing against each other. No they're arguing against people not even present in the room. Not that it's any better when people argue with others in the room. But these girls were fucking arguing their point like these people they wanted to be arguing with were present. Bitch, go talk to them about it. I don't give a fuck. I'm not going to prom, and if I was I still wouldn't give a fuck. They're arguing where pictures should be taken. It's supposed to be "cold" and rainy the day of prom so they don't want to take them outside. But they're dumbasses. If they looked at the weather they would see that it's not going to be "cold". 57°F in Ohio isn't cold. At this time of year, that's a normal fucking temperature. I mean come on we (as in myself and these bitches) all grew up in Ohio. 60-65° is the beginning of shorts weather. So the cold point is invalid. As for the rain part, slightly invalid. It's a 20% chance of rain in the morning. Prom is in the evening. There's a 0% chance of rain then. Besides that 20% isn't a lot dumbasses. But what really gets me is that they were arguing with people not there and I had to sit in the middle of it.

I'm the outcast. I'm okay with that. I was also laughing my ass off today when they all got in trouble today. You see the rest of the senior class, excluding four of us (the four of us being me, Claire, her boyfriend, and two other girls who are considered outcasts in my class), decided to get pizza for lunch. What's wrong with that? I'll tell you. First off they excluding four of us. They blatantly didn't tell us. The reason being that we don't talk to them. Correct, I don't fucking talk to you. You know why? Because every fucking time I come around you stop fucking talking like heaven fucking forbid I hear your conversation or join in your fucking conversation. Kinda fucking hard to talk to you when every time I'm around, you refuse to talk to me. Two, apparently I'm "intimidating". I "intimidate" people. Do tell how. How do I "intimidate" you? Sounds like they're the ines with the fucking problem. The second problem with them bringing pizza in (and this is why they got in trouble) is that it's prohibited by the school rule book. That thing all of us had to sign a paper saying we'll follow the school rules? Yeah, bringing in food like that, aside from a packed lunch (so ordering food is a no), is off limits. Have fun in detention bitches.