That I hate Natasha with a fiery passion.
She haunts me even during the summer.

I got these amazing EXPENSIVE nice cool french conte whatever EPIC set of pencil thingies for Christmas, y'know? I'm messing around today at like 4 AM and what do i see when I open my drawer? My fucking ink bottle spilled all over them AND my only blender pencil, sticking everything together and making it so that when I try to separate them the wood splinters, the paper sticks and dries on, whatever, I lose the labels I never knew so I REALLY will never know what the fuck these expensive shit pencils are...
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AND IT'S NATASHA'S FAULT. Wanna know why?
The fucking ink bottle that spilled was the one she gave me. My OWN one is glass and doesn't spill. THIS ONE HOWEVER can't screw the cap on correctly EVER or something cuz this is the at LEAST second time it's spilled on my shit.

I have to go into her printmaking class and use more of her shitty ink next year, so that's why I'm hating so hard. I'm going to be absent on those days, she was a BAAAAAD teacher.


TL;DR - Summer sucked, I got 987589348 reading projects, then it rocked, I got Decs albums and the best t-shirt EVER, then it sucked fucking ass again because of impending and current doom.