Stuff and Stoof.

Just pretend that I've made an adequate introduction here, and we can move swiftly onwards.

Vista is a peice of shit. Well, figurativley speaking.
But seriously, who needs to be asked three times is they're absolutley SURE they want to open a controll panel program?

RRRGGGG.

In other news, in PDH/PE (Phisical Development and Health/Physical Exercise) we're doing theory, and in those godforsaken hellholes they have the indecency to call classrooms they are trying to teach us how relationships work.

This, according to my father, is something that should be learned at home, and by example. It's certianly something that can't be taught out of a textbook, and he most strongly disagrees with the school trying to tell me how to live our lives.

They asked us, at one point, to list things we would find UNACCEPTABLE and UNCHANGABLE OBSTACLES in a relationship. There were many jokes, like cancer, herpes, exploding eyeball syndrome, having deep rooted psychological issiues that lead to near-terminal seizures every time the word cake is said in their vicinity, and my favourite, having large dogs for feet. Think about that, and then about how stupid a question it was to ask.

Then they talked about compromise. Therefore Alex and I devised a situation where the Biker, A, wants to set fire to a kitten and Doting Girlfriend, B, wants to save it. A suitable compromise would be either
Only lightly burning it or
Burning the next one they came across.
Somehow, despite the fact that this fit all the guidelines we had been given, the teacher frowned upon this one. Maybe she doesn't like kittens.

More jokes ahead. When they talked about conflict, and asked for examples, I made a few America-Iraq jokes like "Oil causes conflict!". This was also true, and frowned upon.

They really need to stop teaching us stuff we already know, because I get bored and make satirical comments all lesson, making the teachers think I'm either retarded, a delinquent or don't understand the topic. They're not far off in any of the cases.

A good day.

Today was one of those inexplicable days enwhich you do not feel like castrating someone with a rusty scalpel. It was an indefinably nice, easy and fun day, not only in the fact that good things happened, or that bad things failed to happen, but because it was just a GOOD DAY. In fact, so much so that when, on the bus, I took the edge of a seat (all 5cm of it) next to two year 7 girls because I was bloody knackered, their insane wittering failed to put a damper on my day. In fact, uit was quite the opposite.

I took the seat, or the edge of it, and the immediate reaction was a rather predictable
"What are you doing?"
I explained that I was, indeed, bloody knackered and would appreciate using the 5cm of the seat she was not using to recuperate untill another seat became avaliable.

Despite the fact that I was being amazingly polite, far nicer than they deserved, this did not go down well.

The rest of the trip was spent with them saying things like:
"Go AWAY!"
"Creep!"
"Go on, smack him!"
" I DARE you to push him off!"
"Poke him!"
"He's gonna, like, rape you!"
"Put your bag up there! Push him off!"
"You know, she like, loves you and it's just too much for you, maybe you should move away."
It was really creepy, and if it had been a normal day I would have been sarcastic and cynical. But I endured the numerous attempts to creep me out and threaten me. It was actually kinda pathetic.

Then, when I moved away, they acted like it was a major victory and started taunting me between themselves. It was funny.

I feeeeeeel haaaaappy. I don't know why.