Interesting ppl at my school
Rather than start off with a long winded thesis statement, I have decided just to go into my blog and rant/rave about all the freaks of nature at my school. Deslauriers is full of freaks, and it seems like the aggregation is rather high here.
Group number 1) The auto-rapper. There is a group of kids at school who feel the need not only to blast their bad music so that others around them may also enjoy the smooth stylings of Styles P and Mario, but they take it one step further: Rapping the songs outloud. Or even freestyling their own verses. According to the DSM 4, this is the number one signal of Tourettes Syndrome. Rapping to one's self is a great way to cause alienation. I could never imagine bring this type home to meet my parents. "This is my boyfriend. He says random words to himself in iambic pentameter. The therapist says he is clinical, but I think it's a passing phase." The auto-rapper also should consult a Dr. Seuss book before embarking upon a free style rapping career. Nothing rhymes with orange. Nothing rhymes with pussy. The only thing that rhymes with "Henneesee" is "Tennessee" but the 69 Boyz already jumped that gun. The next time I hear an auto-rapper, I swear to God I'm going to shut him up by hell or high water. Or direct him towards 8 mile road.
Group number 2) The Kids that have graduated but still hang around this school.I hate this type the most. You graduated, so what the hell are you doing here, besides going on an ass quest? In fact, one man who introduced himself to me told me he graduated in 2000. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "Oh, the library makes me feel smart." The library makes me feel smart. If I happened to bring a mentally challenged person to the library, I somehow doubt his intelligence would improve. Once a retard, always a retard. Look at Forrest Gump. He might have gained some intelligence and life lessons throughout the movie, but he still fucks a chick with AIDS at the end. Smart? No. I decided to ask the guy is he we're on a search for young hot women. "No, I'm only 25," says he. 25....yeah I guess that's young.
If you're George Burns.
Group 3) The Gangsters. The Gangsters are mildly entertaining. You can pick out a gangster very easily from either a choice missing limb, stump, huge coat, limp, chains, or a slew of bitches following them all over the place. I have a pretty high G-dar from spending many a night watching Much Music. The "Gees" smell of sex, axe, loser'ism and stupidity. The G's also have a penchant for talking to themselves and yelling at random bitches. They also congregate at the Grill. Many go to highschool in hopes of bettering themselves via the female professors, but I think they come to the school for more oppurtunities to sell drugs. Often times shook up in the presence of a Muslim, this particular branch of freak will have flashbacks of lonesome nights with the Vaseline bottle.One Gangster was actually wearing a "If you see da police,Warnabrother" t-shirt. I wanted to prove that they aren't really as "ghetto" as they profess themselves to be, but I dont want to get "cut". Besides, looking rich is a reason for the Gangsters to come after you.
Manue
Group number 1) The auto-rapper. There is a group of kids at school who feel the need not only to blast their bad music so that others around them may also enjoy the smooth stylings of Styles P and Mario, but they take it one step further: Rapping the songs outloud. Or even freestyling their own verses. According to the DSM 4, this is the number one signal of Tourettes Syndrome. Rapping to one's self is a great way to cause alienation. I could never imagine bring this type home to meet my parents. "This is my boyfriend. He says random words to himself in iambic pentameter. The therapist says he is clinical, but I think it's a passing phase." The auto-rapper also should consult a Dr. Seuss book before embarking upon a free style rapping career. Nothing rhymes with orange. Nothing rhymes with pussy. The only thing that rhymes with "Henneesee" is "Tennessee" but the 69 Boyz already jumped that gun. The next time I hear an auto-rapper, I swear to God I'm going to shut him up by hell or high water. Or direct him towards 8 mile road.
Group number 2) The Kids that have graduated but still hang around this school.I hate this type the most. You graduated, so what the hell are you doing here, besides going on an ass quest? In fact, one man who introduced himself to me told me he graduated in 2000. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "Oh, the library makes me feel smart." The library makes me feel smart. If I happened to bring a mentally challenged person to the library, I somehow doubt his intelligence would improve. Once a retard, always a retard. Look at Forrest Gump. He might have gained some intelligence and life lessons throughout the movie, but he still fucks a chick with AIDS at the end. Smart? No. I decided to ask the guy is he we're on a search for young hot women. "No, I'm only 25," says he. 25....yeah I guess that's young.
If you're George Burns.
Group 3) The Gangsters. The Gangsters are mildly entertaining. You can pick out a gangster very easily from either a choice missing limb, stump, huge coat, limp, chains, or a slew of bitches following them all over the place. I have a pretty high G-dar from spending many a night watching Much Music. The "Gees" smell of sex, axe, loser'ism and stupidity. The G's also have a penchant for talking to themselves and yelling at random bitches. They also congregate at the Grill. Many go to highschool in hopes of bettering themselves via the female professors, but I think they come to the school for more oppurtunities to sell drugs. Often times shook up in the presence of a Muslim, this particular branch of freak will have flashbacks of lonesome nights with the Vaseline bottle.One Gangster was actually wearing a "If you see da police,Warnabrother" t-shirt. I wanted to prove that they aren't really as "ghetto" as they profess themselves to be, but I dont want to get "cut". Besides, looking rich is a reason for the Gangsters to come after you.
Manue
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