UnsatisfiedPest

That was lovely. You should write more.

If I knew the answer to your question, do you really think I'd be slid so far down in my seat that the person in front of me can see my feet? Nah. I'd probably be holding up a "pick me" sign desperate to sound kinda smart for once in my life. Most teachers understand this. But my maths teacher hasn't seemed to take the fucking hint yet. I swear this guy has it out for me. He'll walk up behind me and look to see which homework question I wasn't able to do and make sure that he asks me to demonstrate how to do it on the board. And when I say "I didn't get that one", he tells me to just give it a try and when I get it wrong he'll ask the class "can anyone tell Ryan what he's done wrong?". Then picks someone to come to the front and point out whatever I did wrong in front of the whole class. The first words the man said to me when I walked into his class at the start of the year was "This is the higher class Ryan. Int 2 is across the hall". And so I said "I did int 2 last year, Sir" and he hit back with "Yes but it's not enough to just sit the exam, you actually have to PASS IT". The class seemed to find that pretty fucking funny. Well, joke is on him coz I got my results back from that exam a month later and I got a B. So suck my dick, bro.

Way to make my problems look all first world like, Cia. But I reckon your family couldn't have been as bad as mine.

I swear, if I do not get my own room in the next year, I'm moving the fuck out. Sam just marches in here like it's his room too. Well, I'm 2 years older, therefore the room is like... 80% mine. I'm 7 inches taller than the bastard, clearly I need more space than that midget fucker. But nah, he spreads himself out so he does. Thinks he fucking owns the place. Last night, he asked me to tidy up my side of the room. MY SIDE. My side is my side and I'll do what I like with it, mate. Apparently the smell from my side was making it hard for him to breath? BULLSHIT. Stop breathing then mate, like I'd give a fuck. And even when the little turd is out somewhere, the rest of the family feels the need to have a goddamn reunion in my room whenever they can. And does knocking before entering ever cross anyone's mind? Of course not. My mother burst into my room asking if I wanted a snack so I stopped myself from ragging at her coz, I was sorta hungry and could go a snack. So I said "Ok mama, what is there?" Guess what there was? Fruit? Nope, WORSE. That's right, nutrigrain bars. Not even the apple ones. The really shitty backcurrent ones. FML

Ok thanks.

One step closer now. :L

Merry christmas, lads. Can I make a blog now?

Cheers!

Alright lads. I'm Ryan and yeah.... that's it.