Random comic #2

This one is called Famville troubles.

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Spinning cars.

I've decided to make my blog post titles a little differently now. Anyways, it's not about any spinning car. It's about the one that belongs to the stupid kids.

Everyday when school is out, they all pack into one single car that smells of fermented poop and old apple sauce. All 14 of them. In ONE car.

When they arrive home, they don't stop. They rush into the culdesac at breakneck speeds and spin around so fast that that car is now on two wheels. They keep spinning. and spinning. and spinning.

(Click on it if you need to see it better.) The blue rectangle is where their
car should be. It's probably somewhere involving water. And fun.

I just hope one day some sort of official comes and gives them a traffic ticket for reckless driving. I also hope that the car finally tips over one day and all the kids die. On film. Posted to YouTube. With 200 million views and hundreds of thousands of likes verses a few dozen dislikes. I'm gonna see if I can tape that. Goodbye and fuck stupid kids.

http://toyotasimulator.com/

Random comic #1

Today my school day was like this:

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My parent's reactions to my grades irritate me!

Today, I made the mistake of showing my parents my good grades. You may ask why it's a mistake. They think I am absolutely perfect and it is impossible to for me to get a 99.9999999999%. They couldn't believe their eyes when they saw this:

Both my mom AND dad completely freaked out. This is an underestimation of their reaction:

Afterwards, I got a really long lecture about various crap I don't even need. Then they explained other crap and told me about burdens and responsibilities. I used to have a rather small burden but they put a massive burden and huge amount of responsibilities on me from today on. I'm only almost 14 and they expect me to do all this crap I'm not even familiar with. Now I have to live like a 25-year old all of a sudden because I missed 1 point and they "predicted" what would happen. So I made one damn mistake on an assignment. What the hell do you mean by "If you continue at this rate"?! You think when I make a mistake then suddenly it becomes routine and F's accumulate? What the FUUUUUUCK. Here are some visuals below.

I used to be like this.

Now I'm like this.

I'm so pissed and confused that I might as well eat a sandwich.

That boy in 8th grade irritates me!

I remember him for a reason. He is the one who turned my choir class into doo-doo and PE class into worse doo-doo. Generally, he ruined the second half of 8th grade for me.

He joined these two classes in the middle of the year. At first, he was fine till he turned out to be a total asshole and the world's worst disruption. Things started in the choir class.

He would make very loud, persistent farting noises all period with his other idiots. Imagine. A whole hour of nonstop PPPPFFFFFTT PPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTT PPPPPPPFFFFFRRRRTTTTTT! That wasn't it. NOBODY was able to learn after he joined. He would arrive as the bell rings and enter the room very rudely and crazily along with his high friends.

The teacher would make them reenter until they do it right. They purposely do it wrong again and again. With 8 minutes of class remaining, they do it good and sit down. As the teacher begins lecturing, they engage in the noises. She gets really pissed off and sends them all away to the office for detention, a call home, and a referral. With 3 minutes remaining, we cannot do anything and this repeats tomorrow.

Those are rows of chairs and risers we sat on.

Then in PE class things get worse. My PE class was also fine till he joined. I enjoyed hanging out with the girls and he took every last one of them away on a trip to flirt-land. My friend was really pissed off about this too. The boy also brought a very negative feel to the atmosphere with his bad attitude.

So then he would give the coach a fake note so he could laze around by the concrete ledge all period with the stolen girls who also sit there everyday. This also pissed off my friend.

Me and my friend worked really hard all the time. It really bothered us to see him having so much fun and laziness and our coach didn't care about it.

He went on like this until June 8th. I was worn out and ragged from his corruptness. June 8th was our 8th grade promotion day. I shouted something incoherent and loud when he went up to the stage to claim his certificate that he does not really deserve. When I went up, I remember all the cheers and AHHH's I received. I worked HARD to get this much attention and popularity. He got *clap-clap*.

I'm just glad I'm in a different high school away from him.

I DON'T GET IT.

This isn't exactly something that irritates me. It's just annoying how all the boys brag about it and that I don't understand it.

Why do all the boys at my high school join water polo JUST so they can wear a Speedo? To me, Speedos are unacceptable and humiliating. Also, it looks like a one-way ticket to pool-wedgie town. I figured that they do this so they can show off to the girls. Here is the problem.

First, you show yourself off proudly to some girls. Confident about the way you look, you expect them to go "Oooooh...." *feels body*, but this happens instead.

I've never drawn females this detailed before in my blog.

They stare. He waits for their response.

Not what he expected. Suddenly, his pride and proudness shrivels up like a burning spider and is replaced with pure awkwardness and shame. Lots and lots of shame.

Regretting that he did that, he stands there. Just standing. With people staring. A few moments later, he slowly walks away to somewhere secluded and trys to figure out what happened and why.

Lazy people in PE irritate me!

Today here in S. California was so hot that we had to go to an air conditioned room during PE. We went to the gymnasium. I wanted to go to the weight room instead. Oh well. Then I suddenly remembered about the lazy people in the weight room.

(Those two doors in the back lead to the dance room.)

The weight room is divided into 3 sections. The front room is where all the machines are. The back room is where all the dumbbells and free weights are. Each green dot is a productive person. I'm in the upper right corner of the dumbbell room in the cluster of people lifting weights. Each yellow dot is a person standing around doing nothing. Red dots are people being nuisances. They form circles our coach calls "Club lazy" and get in the way of people, which may cause injury. Other red dots are people on the machines but doing nothing and annoying people who actually want to do shoulder abductions and calf exercises. There's also that one fat guy playing "Coach" and telling people to work even though they are and he is doing nothing. Then there is the coach who gets pissed off at the lazy people.

What is the 3rd section you ask? Storage. That room is weird.