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My previous rant began to annoy me so here's an updated version of what's going down in the inner world of your favorite Hippo/Square Bear/Cobra Commander:
Part 1: Phil Doherty is awesome. If Dohertism was a religion I would be the equivalent of Moses , or maybe King David, in the Bible. Why is Doherty awesome some may ask? He's Phil Doherty, knows it, and could give less of a damn whether you like it or not. That has bad ass written all over it! I mean look at him he's a freakin beast! Not only that he's smart, and funny. DOHERTY FOR PRESIDENT!
Part 2: People call me a teddy bear a lot. I can be a teddy bear but by no means should you fuck with me. Keep that straight, I'm nice and can be a teddy bear, but they're still bears and I will strike back. If I do something to you you're probably asking for it. So yeah, even teddy bears can kick some ass.
Part 3: My friends are awesome. I have too many good things to say about all my friends so I'll tell you a few good things about everyone in my top 24. They all have good hearts. What I mean by that is, they (like myself) all mess up, do stupid things, but they are truly good people despite the few mishaps that take place. All of them are full of beauty, life, and personality.
Part 4: I left mock-trial if you didn't know. Why did I leave, is what some folks have asked me recently, so here's your answer. I was feeling good about mock-trial, really looking forward to what was about to come up. I thought we were all going to do outstanding and though I didn't show it, I was really excited. I loved mock-trial, but I acted like I didn't because...I don't know, image conflicts. On the day of the competition I tore my thumb out of it's socket and jammed it back in, twice, because I wanted to be there, and I knew my dad wouldn't let me go if I was hurt. Eventually I was getting worried about the throbbing pain, growing discoloration, and swelling of my thumb, so I went to the hospital. Before leaving I informed Ms. Chin and my replacement. I had to be at the court house at 5:00, I got out of X-Rays at 5:00, finished viewing them with my doctor at 5:15, was out parking lot at 5:20, and to the court house at 5:40. I wanted to go in and watch when we passed it up, but my mom wanted me to go home. The next day when I asked Mr. Priest for the scores he treated me like shit. He acted as if I put my hand in a splint on purpose, abandoned my team, and he told me they probably wouldn't want me back. Despite the fact that I acted as if I didn't care, I did. Mr. Priest went out of his way to ruin my day and make me feel more worthless than I already felt for missing the trial. I didn't need to deal with that shit. I decided if he wanted to replace me with someone who had less experience and wasn't as good as me, so be it. I've been through enough hell in my life, I don't need garbage from a teacher I don't even have for a club I joined out of my own freewill. By the way. If my dumb ass replacement keeps mouthing off, I'll make him regret he has a mouth to talk shit with.
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