fuck you minky

so minky kim is sitting next to me in art history eating a big ass thing of french fries, srunhing right in my fucking face. i think i might knock her fucking brains in in a minute, but any who fucking james yood or however the fuck you spel this dumb asses name, is dumb. so dumb so ignorant to the world outside the notes he has set out for himself for him to give us his mundane fucking lectures, why dont you respond to questions or actual things that happen around you.
yes, it is rooted in germanness, that peice from post world war germany. and i can fucking smell those french fries over my own hate.
none of this matters to me, only these pieces current cintext and meaning, it does not matter to me what you think their meaning was at the time.
so worst wether ever cold and really windy and really rainy, but that ok, i set up my top secret piece for pun intended tonight. the crit is at six and i am fucking excited. so ready for people to be like waht the hell, and then hate it because i was being so mean in crit on tuesday. i also fucking skipped my english class and i thing ma teach is fuckin mad, i had to do a twenty minute presentation that i didnt do, but i has to skip for my own sanity. but it helped and i think im better now.
think i might come home for spring break bitches