A 1.9 GPA. A 1.9 GPA because we're forced to do stupid creative projects like 'create a model of DNA using ordinary objects laying around the house' in which I am criticized because it looks like crap. It's made of crap, for fucks sake!
Next, my phone goes missing. My girlfriend texts it, not knowing its gone, to get back 'fuck you bitch'.
As if that's not enough for my parents, my brother calls to tell us that his brakes failed and his car is a piece of shit. He walks in the door, I ask if he's alright, and am told to shut up. I'm sorry, you arrogant, conniving excuse for a maggot, that I take an interest to see if you're not limping through the door sans a fucking foot.
As for the phone, I called it and left a message. If they don't agree to give it back, I'm going to the police. Bad day to find my phone and refuse to be fucking civil about it.
Next, my phone goes missing. My girlfriend texts it, not knowing its gone, to get back 'fuck you bitch'.
As if that's not enough for my parents, my brother calls to tell us that his brakes failed and his car is a piece of shit. He walks in the door, I ask if he's alright, and am told to shut up. I'm sorry, you arrogant, conniving excuse for a maggot, that I take an interest to see if you're not limping through the door sans a fucking foot.
As for the phone, I called it and left a message. If they don't agree to give it back, I'm going to the police. Bad day to find my phone and refuse to be fucking civil about it.