I borrowed a book of French Paintings from a teacher at shcool, and I was looking at it during the lunch period (since I wasn’t hungry that day, for some reason) and people came up and were like “Mackenzie’s looking at porn!”
And I was like “Really? It’s not pornography. It’s fine art. Get your head out of the fucking gutter.”
Last year, it seemed as if everyday was like this. Me putting up with crap from a bunch of immature morons. (I have my immature moments at times, but I don’t act like a fucking child everyday.)
Can’t wait to start school tomorrow and deal with this shit all over again.
(I am pretty excited, though. I get to take some pretty cool classes this year.)