.. got summoned to the Dean's Office today..
The head of the student discipline dept. strolled in, with my picture in his hand.. now how the hell did he get a hold of that..last i know it was in my FUCKING locker. right then.. ITS a picture of a guy.. kinda angry.. pointing @ his head in the shape of a gun.. ill post up the thumbnail cause the actual is bloody like.. huge. He sits.. and asks me.. WHAT DOES THIS MEAN. ..im like.. right. by all means, this means that im sending out a fucking message to the school body, GO HOME AND SHOOT YERSELF IN THE FUCKING HEAD. yes. THATS what it means asshole. (...obviously thats NOT what it means)... my concentration for AP art was to display people's emotions and incorporate the element of design. SO it was depicting ANGER. He says.. its too violent.. it has a subliminal message. ROITE. AND the girl that freaking sits next to me is like.. drawing funky ass birds laying eggs in exploding, massacred babies. WHAT. THE. FUCKKKK??!
AND THEN.. he tells me to go fill out a statement..??? so i leave the office and FUCKING PEOPLE ARE DIGGING THROUGH MY SHIIIIT. WTF. and..well..yeah the next part is my fault i guess.. they find my pencil cutter that i use to sharpen my pencils realllllllly long.. but then i tell them its for art, show them the long ass pencils..and they say..er.. OK. and then my damn phone rings.. which they confiscate as well..
JA. i would say.. today was... umm a good day. right then.. off to go drown myself in the pool..
BUT. they're making me return in the morning.. @ like 7:15.. im getting my DAMN ART PIECE BACK. fuckers. ...
*bitter
EEH???!
