Digimon-
“Digimon originated in 1996!”
“We have a better movie!”
“ATLEAST WE HAD A PLOT.”
“Our monsters say more than just their name.”
Pokemon-
“Pokemon originated in 1995!”
“Atleast we all don’t end in MON.”
“We have ORIGINAL names.”
“WE HAVE MIMI’S HAT”
“Uhm, Digimon were nothing in the real world.”
Charmander – “YOU GET LOST TOO MUCH.”
Kari – “…… SO DO YOU!!”
Oh man, ever had one of those Tyler Durden moments? Yeah, I’m talkin’ up some Fight Club. I could really use a punch right now. Or twenty. The reasons are irrelevant, like they always are. I just get the feeling like I’m in a scene of that movie every time I go to school.
I attend Options for Youth every Monday and Wednesday, from eleven to noon. I guess you could say it’s like the cheap way to get through high school. My teacher is Deanna. She’s your average over-weight, anger driven woman whom in fact loves to put you down for anything she thinks of. I love it. The students are just as enjoyable. They’re your typical angry with the world, hating their lives teenagers, especially the one kid who comes in cursing at everyone around him every day. He has to be my absolute favourite. There’s this one guy whom I always sit next to in the math room, only because he wears a watch at which I can glance at any desired time. Anyways, this guy really gets annoyed with anyone even looking in his direction, he scoffs and makes rude remarks at whoever dares to do so. One of these days I’m going strike up a conversation with him and ask him something really outrageous. I just have to think of what.
Oh! So I got a note from my old English teacher today, Mrs. Hiller, giving me her school address so I can write letters to her. She is such a doll. I believe she was the only adult in Freshman year that I could really have an intelligent conversation with, without being belittled for my age. Yes, I really don’t like be judged for my age and I’ll probably ramble on that note in quite few blogs after this. Or at the least mention it. I’m not sorry.
