Mini Rant.

I'm in year 12 right, so this essentially means I still need to read books in English class yeah?

Yeah.

What really bothers me, is when the asshat next to me (for whatever reason) doesn't have a copy of the book, and has to look on with me. Well, that's fine I guess, nothing wrong there. But then I get really suspicious. Like then they'd start coughing, or sneezing, and I can't stop focusing on their hands, because it's like "Hey look at me, I'm a germy phlegm infested hand and I'm reproducing all over your screenplay. Harharhar. You chose the wrong fucker to sit next to", and then I look up at the guy's face, and he's sitting there acting as if nothing is wrong. Brother, you just sneezed on your hand, and now you're getting your gross germs all over my book. Just as how you don't expect me to use your shit as a fucking tissue/bacteria sponge, please don't do that shit to my stuff, or worse still, my books. I can't wash that shit off.

I really also hate it when people are reading your books, or when they're holding your books, and they would, how do I put this, turn the pages in such a way so that when they read it, both covers are completely touching the table. So it's not like they're reading it like this \_ or like this _/, but they're reading the book like this _._, where the period indicates the spine. Like, please, you're creasing the fucking cover and spine of my book, is it possible for you read the book without testing the extendibility of the spine and covers? Worse yet are the people who fold books all the way. You people need to be destroyed. Like please, general rule of thumb, if you're going to be using someone's property, use it in the way that the owner intended, it is their possession, it is their right.

LASTLY.

I remember in year 11, which would have been last year actually, where some lazy fucking asshat whose name I will not mention, but who I've probably ranted about in some other posts because he pisses me the fuck off, happened to have shared a book with me in class because he evidently didn't buy the book. I'm not sure what piss poor reason he gave, but it can't have been a good one. I mean, it was Sophocles, they sell that shit in every fucking bookstore. Anyway, so the teacher is like, Tonyizzle, my brodizzle, can you help this brother out?

I'm thinking, "Okay, he's just looking on with me, no problem". He broke every fucking violation there is with reference to the sharing of property. He was sick, and sneezed on his hands, before touching my book to keep it in a position comfortable for him. He pressed his side of the book down, which meant I had to prop my half up to retain the structural integrity of the book. And then the teacher says

"Annotate this"

The fucker WRITES NOTES IN PEN IN MY FUCKING BOOK. Seriously, where is the common sense. Where the FUCK is the common sense? I don't come over to your house, and take over the TiVo, do I? I don't fucking go into your house and change your curtains do I? I don't fuck with your shit, so why would you fucking write in my book? IN FUCKING PEN. I CAN'T ERASE THAT SHIT. So I tell him, hey man, you're going to need to buy this now, or pay me back in some sort of way, (but in my head I was like: YOU CRACK ASS MOTHERFUCKER, YOU BETTER PAY ME BACK FOR PULLING THAT DOPEY SHIT. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? YOU BETTER REIMBURSE ME FOR THIS SHIT)

The dude pays me back in coinage. Like, you know those people who pay for shit in a fistful of coins? That's what he did to me. I still hate him to this day. What a goddamn faggot.

Fuck you Revanth.