and they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.

know who i hate? runners. it's not the running that bothers me, really, it's the attitude. the "my-day-starts-with-a-thirty-mile-run-i'd- like-to-see-you-be-that-motivated-fattie" attitude. i can't imagine real runner types having fun. though i can imagine them at home on a friday all, "i don't want to go out tonight because i have my run tomorrow morning and you know how i get if i don't run." why do they need all that exercise anyway? i wonder if they're addicted to endorphins. maybe their bodies don't naturally produce as many endorphins as normal people's so the only time they feel happy is when they're heart rate is up. maybe they sold their souls to the devil in exchange for eternal life the only condition being that they must run every day of it FOREVER.

i knew i was going to hate my methods teacher before i knew she was a runner. she has this pinched up face and a whiny voice and when you tell her things she only ever half listens. her skin is all wrinkly, like she's had too much sun, but the perpetual scowl tells me that she hasn't been lounging at the beach or climbing mountains or anything that might bring one real joy. bet she gets all that sun damage running around williamsville in tighty shorts while most people are still sleeping. she's not even one of those "highly efficient people" who never procrastinate and have their schedule in an hour-to-hour planner. she's actually really disorganized. and unprepared. and her clothes don't match.

why won't she just give me my methods grades. why?! i sent her a hundred emails. she's only responded to one, just yesterday saying:

"I'll submit your grade today."

but the grade isn't posted! why couldn't she tell me my grade in the email she took the trouble to send me? i bet if you're reading this you know why...i do. it's because i'm getting a C. I can smell a C a mile away and I'm getting one. my GPA is a 3.95 and she's going to fuck it all up just because she doesn't like me. i hate runners. or maybe athletes in general. i'm going to spend the rest of my night doing what i feel is the opposite of what my methods teacher would want: watching weeds and eating peanut butter covered pretzels while i brood.