I hate hate hate HATE inconsiderate people.
The kind that go to your register at 10:05 PM when the food store you work at closes at 10:00. Oh, and they have a full cart. Plus, they're a regular and they KNOW when the store closes.
I mean this week I work about 25 hours, which is a whole fucking lot for someone who's still in high school, and I was fucking miserable to be there, especially when I had schoolwork to do and a lot of people I wanted to chill with. And this person just HAD to torture me further.
Tomorrow I've got 10:45 A.M. - 7:00 P.M. .... ugh. Happy Fuckin' Mother's Day.

Ok enough of my self-indulgent whining. Other than the massive amount of time I must spend at said food store, I am pretty happy. Prom is less than two weeks away, and I'm done with A.P. testing. I think I owned the history essays. English was a lot easier than I thought it would be too.

Speaking of A.P. English, I've just found another subject to talk about: My A.P. English teacher: Mr. Molloy.
You see, he's a waaayyy cool guy. He's really smart too. And he used to be in the army. He's just kinda nuts.
The way he talks even is funny. The way he talks is kind of proper.
Example: Sometimes random kids are wandering past his room and they go like, "Yo Molloy!"
His response: "Why, hello there!"

And his special features don't stop there: He makes sound effects too!
One time he was spinning a compass on a piece of paper cause we were reading a poem with a metaphor about a compass and he made a sound like "Nyeg nyeg nyeg nyeg nyeg nyeg!" as he spun the compass. And he spazzes out sometimes too. He also makes the weirdest and funniest jokes. Last week geese were honking outside while we were taking a practice test and he said "Quiet please!"

Then there are the sandwiches. This started when one day someone from the main office called Mr. Molloy over the intercom. They asked him if he could cover a 5th period class. He said no, that he was busy. Then when the person hung up the intercom thingy, he said to us, "Yes, I have a very important sandwich to attend to that period."

EHL - OH - EHL
For serious. XD

And now every now and then he mentions sandwiches for some reason. Sometimes my one friend and I call his class "sandwich" and him " Sandwich Man."

Alright

I decided if I'm going to college for writing, I may as well start my own blog.
Maybe someone will find it interesting.
But now, I'm off to eat lunch and shop for a Mother's Day Present with my brother.