Hate
\Hate\1. To have a great aversion to, with a strong desire that evil should befall the person toward whom the feeling is directed; to dislike intensely; to detest; as, to hate one's enemies; to hate hypocrisy.
Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary, © 1996, 1998 MICRA, Inc.
Taken from dictionary.com.
As much as Gabriel hates me, that's how much I hate him.
So my day started off horribly. We had that dumbass Mr. Oka-i'm.a.ass-mura. Ugh. I hate him too (see above). So I thought my day was ruined. But it was not. We watched this pretty interesting DVD in Linville's, Fog of War. I was interested, but it makes it not fun because we have to take notes then write an essay about it. Ugh. Then in calculus we actually had to learn. Damn. Integration by parts. Not cool. Then in LA I got to read more of the Joy Luck Club. I'm almost done. Less than a hundred pages to go (I think). But I don't know which character does what. I only know the stories. I better learn. In Spanish there was the presentations on Argentina. I realize that I have to learn my shit or else I'll be in trouble. I guess I got the easiest topic. Food. That's pretty simple. I only have to know what kind of food they eat and it's similar to all the other island countries around it. Physics was okay. I just hate how no one ever pays attention. What am I talking about? No one ever pays attention in any class. Erg. So, we got our cardboard boat project. If any cool smart people want to be in Sammy and my group feel free to ask. Sixth was okay. We just had to turn in our gear. But I forgot my helmet. Oh well. No one's going to use it until next year.
So hopefully I get my homework done at a reasonable hour. Hopefully get a chance to practice my guitar. Maybe I'll watch The Screen Savers today! Yeah!
Peace out, hippie.
\Hate\1. To have a great aversion to, with a strong desire that evil should befall the person toward whom the feeling is directed; to dislike intensely; to detest; as, to hate one's enemies; to hate hypocrisy.
Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary, © 1996, 1998 MICRA, Inc.
Taken from dictionary.com.
As much as Gabriel hates me, that's how much I hate him.
So my day started off horribly. We had that dumbass Mr. Oka-i'm.a.ass-mura. Ugh. I hate him too (see above). So I thought my day was ruined. But it was not. We watched this pretty interesting DVD in Linville's, Fog of War. I was interested, but it makes it not fun because we have to take notes then write an essay about it. Ugh. Then in calculus we actually had to learn. Damn. Integration by parts. Not cool. Then in LA I got to read more of the Joy Luck Club. I'm almost done. Less than a hundred pages to go (I think). But I don't know which character does what. I only know the stories. I better learn. In Spanish there was the presentations on Argentina. I realize that I have to learn my shit or else I'll be in trouble. I guess I got the easiest topic. Food. That's pretty simple. I only have to know what kind of food they eat and it's similar to all the other island countries around it. Physics was okay. I just hate how no one ever pays attention. What am I talking about? No one ever pays attention in any class. Erg. So, we got our cardboard boat project. If any cool smart people want to be in Sammy and my group feel free to ask. Sixth was okay. We just had to turn in our gear. But I forgot my helmet. Oh well. No one's going to use it until next year.
So hopefully I get my homework done at a reasonable hour. Hopefully get a chance to practice my guitar. Maybe I'll watch The Screen Savers today! Yeah!
Peace out, hippie.
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