Why “douchebag” is an awesome insult:
When you call someone a douchebag, what you’re literally saying to them is,
“You think you’re so great, but your existence is actually totally unnecessary and your main function is probably toxic. Also you shouldn’t be allowed near anyone’s genitalia.”
i am in love with whoever wrote thisYes.
Honey badger don’t give a shit. Honey badger just takes what it wants. I am honey badger! Actually that’s not true. I do give a shit. And it’s really stressing me out. I have so much to do, and my emotions are running rampant. I have this Romeo and Juliet sonnet to memorize, lines to memorize, Thespian Induction week, three STAAR tests starting tomorrow, I have to take my finals, I’m helping with the planning of Austin’s surprise graduation party that’s going to be at my house, and that brings up the whole fact that Austin is leaving, and I’m sort of dead. Last night I was reading my sad book, and started crying. But not about my book. About Austin leaving, and that was just terrible. Just terrible. I was shaking and sobbing, because it finally just hit me. So that was awful. I just… I’m going to miss him. Today was okay. Mascot tryouts were hilarious. Watching some kid get the wind knocked out of him by our mascot made my morning. Speech was stupid. Coach Long was being a douche bag, and I didn’t feel like dealing with it. Gym and Algebra went by fast, and then after Algebra I went and met Austin as usual, except this time Sarah wasn’t with us. We walked around and looked for Gabby, caw-cawing and patting our legs like she was some kind of animal. Then she showed up and that was just hilarious. Biology was fine. My brain has finally clicked with that class, and information spills from my mouth every time Henderson asks a question. So an hour into class, Henderson stops and is like, “Everyone, Alisa, Colton, and Lacey are the only ones who get this. You three, chill, take a nap, whatever. Let the others answer.” and I was like hell yeah nap time. I had rehearsal after school. Didn’t really do anything, I’m not in Act 1. Sarah got pizza, and I got to eat a slice. Yummy. Austin brought me home, and that was a nice car ride. I was the last one to be brought home, and as I got out Sarah and Austin said they’re usual goodbyes. “Bye Alisa! Love you!” “Later Alisa! I love you!” They started saying that after Austin found out about my dream. Well, Sarah always said it, but that’s when Austin started. I think they’re trying to prove that they do love me. Yeck. Feelings. I took a nap when I got home. Now I’m watching Family Guy.
