i have a lot of homework that i probably should be doing, but i have decided to name a few reasons why my life as a junior sucks.

1. sat's/college. this probably is the biggest reason why i want to take my own life. first of all, unless, you have the iq of einstein, it's impossibe to take the sat and get a good score without having to take some sort of class to review for it. and every class out there cost about $800, like the one i am taking now. now, you could choose not to take a class, in which case you would do miserably on the sat's, get into a shitty school that you don't really want to go to, and the rest of your life is a downward spiral. well, not really. but that's what everyone makes it seem like these days, like god forbid i cannot think of any numbers betweeb 1 and 5 billion that a divisible by every prime number under the sun, i am a useless pile of flesh and i should be shot. and just because i cannot figure out what the author of some lifeless essay about the growth of slime underneath a rock meant to say, i can never function in the real world and therefor i serve no purpose in society. anyway, i can sit on my ass and fail miserably, or i can take a class, work a little extra, and do well. sounds easy, right? NO. two days a week for about two months i go to a little building in paramus and make my way into a little room with little desks and a little whiteboard and some dry erase markers. and then, for two and a half hours, i learn about the sat. and let me tell you that is the worst form of torture imaginable. it's like i come home from school, and from there i go to more school, except this school is 50 million times worse, because all it is is thinking and thinking and using all my brainpower, with no breaks or anything. and when everything is all said and done and i go home, i have 7 pages of homework to do, and all this extra crap they recomend you do, so of course my mother is all up my ass to do that stuff, and just when the hell am i supposed to do anything else? like for instance, HAVE A LIFE? and then throughout the whole course, we have about 5 or 6 practice sat tests we take, and each test is 3 hours, so on certain days i spend three hours there taking a damn test, filling in the blank, solving for x, slowly bubbling away my sanity until all i can see when i close my eyes is a sign that says "do not make any marks in this area." and i know that college is important and everything, but seriosuly, how am i supposed to know what i want to do for the rest of my life when the only thing i have seen is the house i live in and the school i go to and not much else? all i know about the world is that i live in new jersey, shopping is fun, and in the springtime there is an incrwased number of dead squirrels on the street. now with this knowledge, i am prepared to decide what i am going to spend every day of my life doing from now until my bones crack from osteoperosis. and you know what, maybe i decided i want to act for the rest of my life. how does finding the angle of a triangle indicate my ability to act? huh? how about all of the things i actually enjoy are not on the test in any way shape or form? gee, thanks, sat makers! THANKS! so now not only am i withering away in some death trap, but it's not even going to help me because all the things i like, and am good at, aren't even on the test anyway! and what the hell, does it look like i can just whip out 8 trillion dollars from my asshole and just go to college? um, how about NO.

2. people who claim they have a.d.d.
i believe some people have trouble paying attention. i believe that some people really can't sit still without throwing something or getting up and taking laps around the room. fine. but now, it's like, oh, your shoelace is untied, you have add. and all these shits in my school fuck around in class, dont pay attention at all, and they're like I HAVE ADD I DON'T GET IT GIMME THE ANSWERS. no, you stupid shitfuck, why don't you sit your ass down and pay attention LIKE EVERYONE ELSE HAS TO and shut your damn dirty mouth. GOD! you know what, if parents beat their kids more, add wouldn't be so rampant. every day i see some show on how parents can't control their kids, and the parents are all like, "well, whenever she's bad, i cuddle her and buy her toys and tell her how much i love her. and it's not working, i just don't know what to do." oh, little schnookums dropped his pencil, he has add, let's take him to the doctor and put him on medicine and let him take extra time on every test because poor wittle baby can't concentrate. waaaaah

3. i hate being treated like crap at work.
i hate going to that shithole. i hate it. but i have to go, because if i don't i wont be able to spend the 6 million dollars it takes to go to college and to get anywhere in life. i hate when customers think they can shit all over me because they are the customer and i am the slave and i must lick their ass. i hate how they ordewr me around and give me demands and god forbid i mess up, GOD FORBID I DON'T MAKE AN ICE CREAM CONE IN .00009 SECONDS, OH MAN, CALL HELP, THE APOCOLYPSE IS COMING. and i hate when people bring their damn dirty ape kids into work when we are about to close and they ask to try EVERY ICE CREAM in the store and run around and touch EVERYTHING I JUST CLEANED and then sit there and scream and ahhhhhh why don't you people go home whyyyyyyyyy. i hate the fact that I HAVE NOT GOTTEN A RAISE AND I HAVE BEEN THERE FOR ALMOST A YEAR, AND THE FACT THAT EVERYONE THINKS I AM INCOMPOTENT BECAUSE I AM NOT. so there. fuck you, dairy products! fuck you and the cows you came from.

4. i hate the routine i am in.
i ahet waking up, going to school doing homework, and then doing nothing else.

5. i hate males. i hate them. i hate them all. i hate the way they make me feel, i hate looking at them, i hate the very idea of them.

6. i hate the way women are supposed to grow up, get married, have kids, and spend the rest of their lives cooking and cleaning puke and slaving away to their fatass husbands. fuck getting married, fuck having kids, i hate kids, god knows it's a cold day in hell if i ever have one. oh gee, why don't i find some sleazy creep to marry so he can cheat on me and we can get a divorce and while we're at it, we can throw in some kids so they can be all miserable and grow up and have depression and do drugs and all that other fun stuff! why don't i sit home and make friends with the vacuum cleaner while my wonderful loving husband scratches his ass and watches sports and burps and leaves the toilet seat up. WHAT A PARADISE.

7. and lastly, i hate the way my mother thinks i am going to grow up and be a lawyer and get married and live on a farm in a cottage and come home every day after school and study and piece together jigsaw puzzles and on saturdays help her with yardwork and then break out the cookie dough and have family time. my mother is just a freaking idiot, and yes, she does know i like acting, but she thinks that one day i am going to realize i don't like it anymore and come to my senses and work in an office building and have 3.5 kids and a golden retriever. right mom, right. and you know what else she thinks? like every time i mention a guy's name, she's like, "oh does that boy like you, amanda?" NO MOM, THAT BOY DOES NOT LIKE ME, NO BOYS LIKE ME. she is so dumb! she thinks that guys are lining up to ask me to the prom and that we are going to sit under the stars and drink lemonade. one time last year, she knew i like this one guy, and she was like "why don't you ask him out for soda?" yes, and then after that we can go to the rollerink and have cheese fries and bop the night away! plus she has no taste in fashion whatsoever, and if it were up to her i would look like a pilgrim.


THE END.