Bernstein, Here I Come.

-sigh-
I'm not going to Marshall.
People take this so lightly.
I WILL NEVER SEE MY FRIENDS AGAIN.
Kaizi, please STFU. I'm currently pissed off
and I dont need people adding fuel to the flames.
I will slice your head off if you start talking to me
before I get better.
I will block you.
I will pledge an eternal grudge against you.
I will stalk you.
You have no idea how pissed off I am right now.
I am the perturbed right now.
Actually, I always am.
This is the first time in a long time I have snapped.

-snap-

Marshall was going to be fun, but bernstein, here I come.
Why?
Because, my parents.
I had a feeling this was going to happen.
My life was going to slowly fall into the drain.
AP classes= gone.
Years of work= gone.
Leadership= gone.

AND YOU KNOW WHAT I GET!?
FUCKING ASSHOLE RESPONSES TO MY EMAILS.
"I'm not sure what your talking about. Can you come to the meeting?"
Well MATT, at least you have your fancy smancy nice private school
near marlbrough to go to. HAVE FUN FLIRTING WITH MY BEST FRIEND
FROM ELEMENTARY. NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN.

Who says that?
WHO IS AS EMOTIONLESS AS TO SAY THAT!?

Lemme repost the whole email conversation:

okay, not sure what your talking about. can you make it?

On Tuesday, February 24, 2009, at 02:42PM, Juliet wrote:>>MY LIFE GOES DOWN THE DRAIN IN 2 SECONDS AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY EMAIL.>THANK YOU GRIFFIN COHEN, AT LEAST YOU HAVE A FUTURE TO LOOK FORWARD TO.>SO MUCH EXTRA CIRRICULAR CRUD FOR NOTHING. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HORRIBLE MY LIFE IS GOING TO BE. AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY EMAIL. GOOD THING YOU HAVE A HIGH SCHOOL TO GO TO.>> >>


Matt, dont mess with my head or I will screw with yours.
-slap-

Mike gets the automatic selection.
And so does melon.
And Dani, but shes moving.
YOU LUCKY BASTARDS.

I wish I could switch places with someone.
I could have avoided all of this.
I could have gone to nightingale.

Marshall is out.
Lucky me.
I cant do shit now.
I can cross dress and get in as a guy.
I could try and move across the US.
Ehn.
Or I could try the easiest option:
Go to marshall and request and audience with the principal,
Explain about the application and bitch about how it was LOST.
I'm not going to quietly accept my fate.