I'm Drowning In a Sea of Stupidity!

Help me, please! There are so many annoying people in my grade it isn't even funny; plus, it even goes beyond my grade. One would assume people get a bit smarter as they mature, but obviously not. And, of course, all of these people had to present their cases to me all in the same day. Well, it stops me from typing up individual posts for each person.

Exhibit A) One AB (initials, of course). He, along with a lot of other guys in my science class, don't do their homework at home. They choose to wait until the morning it's due to turn it in. Now, before everyone goes "Oh my gawd, they might be tired or busy or something, stoopid!", let me tell you something: I realize if they don't do a couple of easy things, like a worksheets or something. What these guys do that's stupid is that they don't do any of their work. Which is just stupid.

The reason why AB shines far above the other morons is because his mom is a teacher. And he waits to finish the homework for that particular class until the five minutes before it starts. Maybe he does it because he knows his mom will give him a good grade? Hmm.

Exhibit B) One AL. For research papers in Honors English throughout the year, students have to choose a debate that's somewhat current, choose a side, and defend it. AL chooses to raise the driving age. Okay, that seems okay because there's some good points to defend that statement (though I'll willingly sit in the middle of the highway before they make me wait an additional 6 months to get my driver's liscense). But what's one of the reasons she utilizes? "Because most guys are dumb," and how they use that stupidity or something like that.

Mm-hmm. Oh, no you didn't, AL. Prepared to be attacked. Generalizations are usually made as a lighthearted jest (i.e., blonde jokes, or when a blonde does something ditzy, people call her "blonde" in the use that originates from the former example), but this kind of generalization is just stupid. I, for example, am not dumb. And neither are a lot of guys I know. Heck, more of the females I know would probably get into an accident than the guys I know, and they're just as smart. Just because someone is smart doesn't mean they can take something and apply it, such as driving. That being said, you might just be one of those people and you'll be walking everywhere. Meanwhile, all my male friends and I will be driving.

Plus, the main problem with Ohio teenage drivers is that they don't remember squat from Driver's Education (or whatever it's called). That's because they pass anyone who gets higher than a 70%. Now, if they made that 90% so as only the people in the top tenth percent can actually go on to drive and such (like acutally practicing in a car. First you have to do the test and then you practice and then you practice with an adult and then you can drive), we might have some better teenage drivers. But you probably never thought of that as you filled your paper with garbage about guys being dumb. Oh, and I'm not sure if the above information is true, just bits and pieces of things the Health teacher Mr. Taylor said.

Exhibit C) One AG. This one will be short. We're playing a game in French class. We finish conjugating the verb first, and we're about to get the point. But Miss Goody-Two-Shoes AG thinks that a "r" looked like a "v." So we had to do it over. And AG's team got the point. That = angry Patrick.

Exhibit D) Random girl in hallway. I'm on my way out of the school with Andrea. We're talking and suddenly I run into this girl. Well, the girl more ran into me. Okay, it was pretty much both ways, but more of the girl's fault. You wanna know why? Because she was walking backwards, into a crowded hall of people. Moron.

But the worst part is she doesn't even say "Excuse me," or "Sorry." She just keeps shouting to her friends. I got the feeling she wanted me to apologize. Ahem. You were the one who was walking backwards, stupid. You should be apologizing to me.

Public Service Announcement

Okay, I'd like to point one thing out to everyone: almost everything on this blog should not be taken in any serious light. These are just mild ramblings of a 14 and 1/2 year-old male teenager, not some deranged loonie living in his mom's basement. This is probably hard to tell because most humor I employ is under the guise of sarcasm, which can be very complicated to spot at times, or cynicism (well, I try at least). And note the use of the word "almost" near the beginning of this paragraph. Every now and then I'll be serious and talk about something serious (e.g., "Time for the Holidays- Bring on the Arguments"). So, unless stated otherwise, I'm being completely joking about everything.

Though I'd prefer if you took my complaints about stupid people seriously, but not threats against them. So, I'm almost never being serious about things.

Really.

See that? That was an example of one of my uses for sarcasm. Take notes, kiddies; it'll all be useful later on.

The Scribbles On the Wall Aren't Mine!

So, at the Academic Team match, there were older kids who tried to have a conversation with me. One was Justin, who usually just says "hi" because he's cool, and the other one was Don. That one came right out of left field (or whatever the crap the saying is). He asked my something about James Bond, and I just shrugged because I had no clue what he said. Maybe I should have said something about that. Oh, well. And then he says something that was really weird, "You know, you always have this look that says 'I don't give a crap about what's going on.'"

And, all at once, I realized something. I had finally achieved the look of complete un-caringness that I've seen on television so many times before (okay, so I'm influenced by TV. My brain isn't melting or anything, so buzz off). On the busride back to Loveland, I was excited. But, as I was thinking about that, I speculated I looked like that because I was tired. I almost fell asleep on the way there, and it was only a 20 minute ride. Whatever.

Oh, and TG (I'm enforcing my new rule. You might have noticed I didn't initial Don's and Justin's name; that's because I'm not making fun of them. That's right, I've found a loophole.) was acting stupid. Again. And with that description it's obvious no one will know who TG is. BECAUSE THERE'S SO MANY STUPID 9TH GRADERS WHOSE NAME STARTS WITH "T" AND ACT STUPID NEAR ME. REALLY.

Oh, and I was bored in French class again, so I wrote 'WTF?' on the wall next to me. I had already written "Hello?" just to see if anyone would write back, but no one did. I was so disappointed. Chelsey's name was written in yellow ink next to my little spot of wall, too. I'm going to tell her I'm sitting by her name. She'll think it's the coolest thing ever for some reason.

ZOMG II

ZOMG. Again. Savyna's Stalker (Baten Kaitos Forums) visited my blog. Commented about Maggie's party. Coolness.

And, from now on, I shall be using initials for everyone I make fun. Something because they're feelings might be hurt. Whatever.

Yeah...

You are HYUUGA HINATA.

You could most closely identify with Hinata. You are shy, quiet and very withdrawn. You have an intense devotion to your friends, but your shyness sometimes refrains you from being very open with them. You tend to conceal your feelings and emotions, but in a pressing situation, you are not afraid to break your usual silence.
Which Naruto Character Are You?

Yeah.

EDIT: Oh, yeah, credit to Akurei Karasu of the ToS boards, because if I don't do that she threatens me with a virtual stabbing! I'm shaking.

No, really.

New Semester

Yeah, new post. All around the world, people shall be joyous.

Second semester started last week, and I got three new classes: Honors Geophysical Science, Honors Geometry, and French III. Science with Mr. Allison is fun because he's cool, and the entire row (save one person) in front of me are stupid, so it turns out to be funnier and funnier every day. I also find it amazing how I can hate someone more in 4 days. Person's name? Ryan Brookes. Somehow, he has to stretch every five freakin' minutes, and on Friday, he finally hit my forehead because I sit right behind him. I glared at him and continued scribbling in my notebook. I even thought of sticking something to him in the middle of class, but I couldn't find anything good enough. French is just a 50/50 class, where I'm half-bored and half-entertained.

That's all for now. Begone, or I shall haunt your computer for all eternity!

"Patrick, you whine too much."

I've gotten that a few times in my life. I get worked up about things. But do those people, the ones that stop their lives to point out that I whine too much (commonly in a whiny tone of voice), ever ponder about this:

Maybe they just don't whine enough.

50th Post

Yay, 50th post on my blog. Everyone celebrate.

Now.

Since I'm over my 50th post thing, I'm going to tell you the subject of my post: a rant about Tommy Gorman. Tommy can be described quite easily and nonchalantly in one word: moron. He's none too bright. Not at all. Our History teacher will explain something for about 20 minutes, and two seconds after she's done talking, Tommy will ask, "What were they fighting about again?" Once again: moron.

And I don't mean to sound harsh, not one bit. I'm just being truthful. Anybody who disagrees with me is just trying to be nice and not hurt his feelings. Me? I don't really care because he's pissed me off on a couple of occasions. Plus, the chances of him reading this blog is like, a billion to one. And I even doubt he can read anymore (just some light humor. My rant continues soon).

Not only is Tommy stupid, he's incredibly oblivious and somewhat rude, but his rudeness his derived from his obliviousness. For some odd reason, he decided to eat at our lunch table. I didn't really mind that, but he was basically taking up space and being annoying. The first day he decided to move to our table was one of the days Kristen, Matt, and Sarah sat at our table (every other day, Kristen and Sarah have band, so they're on second lunch with me, Kathleen, Nik, Lauren, Breanne, and Ryan. Matt comes with them because he's Sarah's boyfriend, and they love spending time with each other). A couple weeks before then I had decided to start dropping off the books I would need after lunch at the table and then go to my locker because I didn't want someone taking my seat (people from other tables have a tendency to steal your seat because someone else in turn stole their seat). Anyway, I put my books in my chair like I normally did, and I go down to my locker. I think I had some trouble with my locker that day, so it took a couple tries. It was enough for Kathleen, Breanne, and Lauren to beat me to the table. So, I get to the cafeteria and who's sitting in the exact chair I put my other books in? Oh, you guessed it: Tommy. My books from earlier were half-thrown to the other side of the table. I walk up behind him and put the rest of my books down, and his reaction is-

"Oh? Were you sitting here? Sorry."

And what's even stupider- he doesn't even move. If you were in that situation, wouldn't the polite thing to do would be to move? Yeah, it it. But Tommy's too stupid to realize that. He might be athletic, but I demand to know why he got into Honors anything class? By some miracle, I swear. Or his parents bribed the school. Whatever.

Then, a couple days later, Kristen and them were sitting at our table again. Kristen puts her books down on a chair, and goes to put her math books in Mrs. Still's room, whom she had after lunch. She returns, and whose sitting in her chair? Tommy. No one did anything. He was only there because of Kathleen being friends with him (God knows why), and I expected her to do something about him taking Kristen's spot, since she apparently did nothing when he took my spot the other day. However, Kristen had something to say when she got back, unlike me. She was angry, but Tommy still didn't get the message. Somehow, this didn't connect: Angry person + me sitting in angry person's chair= me getting out of angry person's chair.

Stoo-pid.

Eventually, though, Tommy learned that he shouldn't take claimed seats. For once, he wasn't so annoying.

Until Tuesday, a couple of days ago.

Tommy comes up to the table, stands behind a chair, and puts his books down. Right away, Kathleen's all like, "No, Nik's sitting there!" I know they're going out, but still, you don't just start stopping someone when he's already done something like that. You just don't. It's a no-no.

A no-no.