Butterfly Killer

So, school's in like my bellybutton. There are some great-seeming people around and I hope I can be their friends, because this is why: I go to school in a nut-house. I'm not joking you. This is no, "Hey, I'm a little weird but socially acceptable" nut-house school. This is "Give me a crowbar to defend myself against these people!" type of nut-house school. I kid you not, I listened to a ten-minute conversation on the great ways to crack the human skull. Strangest part? This little orator of terror was wearing a bright blue blouse, wearing bright sparkly blue nail polish, and had huge blue butterflies etched across her navy blue messenger bag. Killer had never been so chic.

Seriously, what kind of demented kid are you if you have to tell me about how you get in fist fights, but all the while, are slinging around a purse-bag full of Earth's favorite insects? You're just as threatening as a three year old with a broken nerf gun. Better yet...you are as menacing as a teddy bear with a plastic sword covered in bright blue butterflies.

The homework is pretty hard, and I'm procrastinating it this very second. But oh well! Because honestly, I'll never use this homework in my life. I will NEVER need to know why Christian art is better than secular art (which, I disbelieve). I will NEVER need to know how to classify animals, do algebra, or better yet, I will NEVER need to know Latin. EVER.

But oh well, I'll be fine. Tonight I am pretending to be emo and going to a screamo concert alone...this'll be life threatening. >:)