Gym

 "Those who can't do anything, teach. And those who can't teach... teach gym."

Gym is possibly one of the most meaningless classes in all of school.

While, if given the right teacher, it can possess some entertainment value, that is not the case this year.

Our track is 1/4 of a mile long. Thus, 4 laps is one mile. Before starting gym each and every agonizing day, we are given the task of running 3 laps. So... 3/4 of a mile (which is apparently 1.207008 Kilometer)

Today, my friends and I ran 2 and a half of those laps, speed walking only half of one.

Upon coming back into the gym, we were informed that we had had points deducted for walking. Upon stating that gym should be about effort, and not ability, our teacher informed us that "if you'd been red in the face and breathing REAL (emphasis on real, since we WERE out of breath) hard, then I would've given you points for effort, but that's not the case."

Then, and, this is the real kicker, he pointed to a few girls who were still on their second lap, WALKING, and says "See? They're maintaining a good running pace. You could learn something from them."

My other favorite part of this story is that the year prior to this, our old gym teacher informed us "If you want to run less, take individual."

We took individual.

Laps run by those in Team Sports: 1

Laps run by those in Individual: 3

Gym teachers  = Competent.

My favorite gym teacher of all time was morbidely obese, and would yell from his rascal for us to run faster before slurping up some more of his Big Gulp. I am not making this up, but I wish I was.

3 Blogs in One Day?

Oh fuck. Shit just got real.

However, it is merely to upload this picture of Dave I was sent about 2 years ago. Now that it is saved to my computer, I will be too lazy to ever unfav it, and people going through my faves will prolly be all... "Vanessa, who is that? Why?"

Though granted, if it's MY faves they're going through, there will be other pictures to worry about...

*Dave WANTED this picture uploaded. Just sayin...

Good RPG

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Math

So APPARENTLY you're supposed to write about yourself/life in blogs. Who knew?

As I am sure you have all somehow gathered by now (or not), I am a failure when it comes to math.

If a man ran up to me and said, "Bitch, tell me some math or I will shoot you with this gun." I would probably be shot with that gun.

I received a test back today. I had a solid 50%. The pity look that my teacher gave me did not help the situation. Upon visiting the guidance office shortly after, to discuss a topic that was completely unrelated to math,  I was urged to not take a math class next year. Perplexed I asked, "Don't colleges recommend 4 years of math though?" She hesitently replied with a yes.

It's like my math attempts are literally hurting other people.

On average, I have a C.

How I Feel About Math:

Trollin' Omegle.

As I like to ignore majority of homework and social requests (because both are dumb), I find myself bored and on the internet more than can be healthy for one single entity. I hate Omegle, but I troll on there a lot.

Here are some examples.

 Example #1: Omegle.com: Brimming with not only class, but intelligence as well.

 Example #2: Granted, this isn't actually a troll. However, I like how he found it necessary to point out to me that Kangaroo Pouch isn't an actual residential area. "sydny" however, apparently is.

 

Example #3: Once again, not really a troll, just my loss of faith in humanity... and me asserting my dominance. 

 Example #4: I had a better one of these saved, where our good friend Stranger ragequit omegle (and perhaps even life shortly after). However, that chat got deleted due to Stranger's hasty disconnection in a pathetic attempt to unsee what had been seen.
LINK TO PICTURE ONE: http://oi53.tinypic.com/2rf64h3.jpg
LINK TO PICTURE TWO: http://oi54.tinypic.com/2cxgoeb.jpg

I'd post them here, but I rather it be a surprise. It's nothing that bad... sadly.

And just like that... BAM. Blog post #2.

It's shit like this that's making me fail math, but at least I have a basic grasp of the english language.

First Post

So this is the first blog I've ever written. I used to laugh at people who blogged. Mainly due to the fact that the average blogger's intelligence is substantially lower than that of a fork. A PLASTIC fork, mind you.

At the same time however, I have always wanted to write out some of the gay shit that pops into my mind. I used to write it down in my dA journals, but quickly realized that more people were freightened than actually amused by that, and stopped the act shortly after. Lest people scorn me by drawing me getting impaled/raped, or, even worse yet, as a furry.

If I were a furry, I would want to be a monkey. As I feel that if you try anthropomorphism on a monkey, it will simply be a fat man with mild down syndrome. Then I could sit around all day eating chocolate pudding and watching television. Maybe I'd get a hot nurse.

Also, upon googling anthropomorphic, I was greeted with this image: http://en.wikifur.com/w/images/5/59/Anthro_dolphin_and_anthro_horse.jpg

Perhaps being a monkey would morph me into an Italian supermodel instead.