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I am so angry that I am thinking in Tagalog.

The WONDERFUL president of my WONDERFUL Alma Mater has taken things WAY TOO FAR THIS TIME.

For the uneducated, I will give you the gist of the matter. Due to unforseen events during PLC's latest General Assembly, Alcazar has unjustifiably punished the debate club through suspension. Basically, she is having them chuck all of their hard work out the window and forbidding them to compete in the upcoming events this year.

God-fucking-shitty-piece-of-crap-dammit. I guess that means three cheers for brainless extra-curriculars.

Now I'm set firm in the belief that Poveda's new goal is to become a friggin finishing school.

Hugs and sniper bullets for future usage go out to blu_frenchfries and y_u_r_i_k_o and all the members of the PLC Debate Club. I want to MURDER your principal, if it's of any help to your morale. All of you guys have worked so hard to get to where you are, and it's bloody unfair that she has to go do this shit to you all.

Curses, I say. Curses and more.

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Okay.

Ooo~kay.

I'm calmer now that I've taken a good, long shower. Refer here if any of you wanna know why I was so pissed a few moments ago. Of course, the fact that I'm calm doesn't mean that I DON'T want to make a CERTAIN BITCH OF A PRINCIPAL kneel down and beg for mercy while it's still not too late.

Anyway. Off to print the rest of the current chapters of Endtimes. It'll give Khursten something to do during Physics tomorrow, anyway.

give a girl a gun and the world's a better place.

give a girl a pack of cigarettes, a fine-tuned guitar and a microphone tuned in her direction, and she becomes a dangerous, dangerous thing.