Holdens Idiolect- Crumby, Phony, And all, god damn, boy and old.
Well another god damn crumby day another reason to complain, I don’t see why I go to the Art class I go to, it’s just a waste of time. Every time I create a new piece of work the old complainer I call teacher complains that I haven’t done enough work, or that it does not meet to the standards an A level piece of work requires. I mean bloody hell don’t be all phony about it, I am trying my best.
All the god damn time I sit there drawing portrait after portrait, writing annotation after annotation… it’s no wonder I haven’t passed out from all the work I have done. I tell ya my back kills from leaning over a keyboard and light box working. Don’t get me wrong the people in my class are smashing, well some of them anyway. Some of them are bloody bastards all full of themselves and think they don’t have to talk to you because they don’t need anything from you. Hmph so much for friendly companionship in the school.
But boy oh boy Art is a great subject, it’s better than crumby mathematics or physics!
It's a real pain in the ass when the teacher thinks just because they are the higher body they can boss you around, and make your life miserable. Bastards! But I suppose they are there to help and all...
Something I always wondered, was why do the bastards I call classmates think they are so great? I mean there is one boy in my class, and he's got to be the biggest ass I know. He tells you to shut up when you sing to yourself, then sings that god damn Nicki Minaj to himself out loud! CRAP!
All the god damn time I sit there drawing portrait after portrait, writing annotation after annotation… it’s no wonder I haven’t passed out from all the work I have done. I tell ya my back kills from leaning over a keyboard and light box working. Don’t get me wrong the people in my class are smashing, well some of them anyway. Some of them are bloody bastards all full of themselves and think they don’t have to talk to you because they don’t need anything from you. Hmph so much for friendly companionship in the school.
But boy oh boy Art is a great subject, it’s better than crumby mathematics or physics!
It's a real pain in the ass when the teacher thinks just because they are the higher body they can boss you around, and make your life miserable. Bastards! But I suppose they are there to help and all...
Something I always wondered, was why do the bastards I call classmates think they are so great? I mean there is one boy in my class, and he's got to be the biggest ass I know. He tells you to shut up when you sing to yourself, then sings that god damn Nicki Minaj to himself out loud! CRAP!