The Torture Chronicles - Beginning

And so it begins... This is my way of exorcizing anything that bugs me at school or anywhere else, and to virtually torture anyone who gets on my bad side. There might be colorful ways of describing how I feel, but then again, so am I. There might be mature and violent contents also. So wether or not I have people reading this, it doesn't matter, this is mostly to get the stress out of me. Who knows, maybe this will turn out to be a best-seller one day.

The Torture Chronicles

I had set goals for myself for the new upcoming semester : new hairdo, new semester, new attitude. Technically the semester hasn't started yet and already I know those goals aren't gonna be easy to follow. I was in a good mood this morning, I was hoping I could finish my exam today so I wouldn't have to come back Friday but took me longer than I expected. It didn't matter, I'm doing my stuff at a reasonable pace. Painting the whole window display was annoying, not to mention painful for my wrist. The same clicks have come back full force, I hear those girls talking and my God, everything they talk about is so trivial and really stupid. Their husbands certainly didn't pick them for their brains I can tell you that! Almost all of them always start their sentence by I or Me, how very conceided and selfish. And one perticular person I'm refering to, is so self centered that she was the only one who didn't congratulate me on my new hairdo. I think she might have issues with jealousy towards me, not that she would ever admit it, but she never gives me any encouragement on my work, but she does it for everyone else though. Bah what a bitch! As for the other nicer girls, especially the youngests, they all loved my new hair. I only wish I could have new clothes to match but one thing at a time.

In the afternoon, a girl comes to me and says : "There's been an accident... We plugged the steamer next to the coat rack and for some reason it started to regurgitate water instead of making steam. And it all went on your coat..." :/ I stopped smiling after that, good thing my coat is made of an easy dryable fabric so with a fan on it it dried pretty fast but still... If I would've gone home by bus with a wet coat at -15C, you can imagine who I would've send the pneumonia medication bill to. Then I come back to my table and all my stuff is on the floor. Did it get there by accident or did someone push it over? No clue, but stuff doesn't move by itself, unless you're telekinetic or something.

So anyway, the day was almost at an end, my knees were shot from spending all day on my feet, my right wrist was hurting like hell from the painting, and I had sanded my knuckles on my left hand accidentally, from sanding too hard after the girl told me about the coat incident. Basically I was feeling like I had been in a fight, all I was missing was a bloody nose. But instead I got a bad news that I failed one of my exams. I knew that teacher hated me, I knew he was gonna fail me. Now he tells me he's gonna see what we're gonna do about it. Um... yes please and can you hurry cuz next semester starts in like a week!! DUH!! I just hope I can deal with it fast, do whatever they want me to do and move on. Damn, I really won't miss that school and everybody in it.

I would like to say home sweet home, its good to be back and relax but there goes my neighbor again with his fucking massage chair. I've never seen his face yet and its prolly just as well, for his sake... Disturbing my own private peace and quiet time is a crime I never forgive, punishable by a freakin' kick in the nuts so hard he'll never feel his balls again, till one day he'll feel em his throat and puke em back out.

Thank God I'm off tomorrow...