It’s the year of the fire horse. Apparently, it’s bad luck when the current year is the same one associated with your birthday. This doesn't matter for me, because I wasn’t born during the year of the horse. 2009 was the year of the ox, which means that I am stable, dependable, and a fucking obese and disgusting ox. I got carried away. I’ve decided that I don’t need to study anymore. At this point, my only goal is to be able to recite facts and vaguely explain the reasoning

I look like an inverted Where’s Waldo right now wearing this dumb striped shirt that I actually really like. It’s blue and black, and Waldo is white and red. I guess we complete each other. Where’s Waldo? Well, spiritually, he’s right next to me. Like Waldo, I feel lost in a sea of people. I am at a coffee shop, and I am the only person here that has a secret tub of kimchi in my room that smells like shit. I don’t know how to make it not smell like shit. My fault for wanting

I originally thought that just a single school administrator was trying to ruin my life. Now, I realize that literally everyone is working against me and wants to see me fail. This sucks because, instead of enjoying my long weekend, I have to make a big Burn Book to expose all of these fucking people for the injustices they have committed against me. My grades and mistakes aren’t my fault anymore. I should not be forced into taking responsibility for anything. If you try to r