To punch or not to punch, that is the question

Just an annoyed beyond divine intervention journal because it's kind of been pent up since Friday and I kind of need to let it out.

SO COMPADRES, READ ON (or don't, it's stupid):

I have decided that it would not be too unkind of me to punch this certain girl at school named Donna because of the following reasons:
1. She's annoying
2. She's obsessed with everything I've ever hated in life and death and whatever's beyond that
3. She's annoying
4. She lies frequently about things that matter and things that involve effort and time from other people
5. I have the idea in my head that I can punch whoever the fuck I like and probably get away with it.

Now you probably read the first 3 and you're like, mang you're prejudiced! LET HER LIKE WHAT SHE WANTS. I actually only want to give, her you know, punches to the throat because of reasons 1-3, I want to freaking rip off her non-existant woman balls because of reason 4.

So our club at school that we're both a part of is kind of in dire need of funds. We never really have money to print the stuff we hope to and in general we're pretty apathetic. It's sad. But of course enter Donna with this shiny new prospect of a fundraiser hosted by a website that requires a certain group of people to upload a drawing or piece of writing every hour for 72 hours. After wards, certain companies would come in and pick your images/ writing and give you some sort of profit from the ones they publish. SOMMAT OR THE OTHER, DETAILS ARE VAGUE because only Donna had the information for this fundraiser. The entire club is kind of thrown into a frenzy after wards because that's freaking 72 pictures homedawgs and we all start drawing and flipping out and whatever the shit else headless chickens do.

BUT. THE BEST PART OF THE STORY IS:

There was no freaking fundraiser at all. It was some sort of elaborate Donna lie and none of the club members really know why she did it. LIKE WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU EVER DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT? What's the freaking point? It really wouldn't have done anyone any good it's just a shit lot of work for absolutely no reason. What? WHAT WHAT?!

So yeah, I'm really going to punch Donna on Monday. If there's an off chance that Donna surfs DA and knows my site name and reads this, I HOPE YOU KNOW I'M GONNA FUCK YOU UP ON MONDAY. Like you know that one part of Children of Men where the lady gets shot in the neck and there's this AWESOME part where these two dudes on a motorcycle chase after the suv or whatevs and the man gets freaking angry and opens the car door and pops the two motorcyclists in the face and they subsequently get run over by the moving van while their bike is smashed to pieces? YEAH I HOPE THAT HAPPENS TO YOU DONNA. THE GETTING SHOT IN THE NECK THING. JUST GET SHOT OK.

And people in the club who have DA's and sometimes read my journals, PLEASE LET DONNA KNOW I'M GONNA FUCK HER UP ON MONDAY.


PHEW. GLAD THAT'S OVER. 8D


Good things:

COLLEGE APPS ARE FINITOOOOO!

So far I have recieved one letter back!

SAIC: ACCEPTANCE. Freaking sweet son.