



Introducing my extraterrestrial friend:



Oh! My yoga teacher was being a bitter bitch in the morning. She kept picking on me and calling me out for being late or "noisy" coming in. It's not my fault the heavy doors click when they close and the wooden floors squeak even when I tiptoe. And if people "turn to watch" me, pardon me for having a walk that is apparently amusing? I was going to apologize for being unsuccessful in my attempt to enter quietly but she was singling me out every opportunity she got. She even mentioned it again at the end of class. So fuck her. I'm not sorry. I don't apologize.
Someone as old as her should not be asking for respect while disrespecting me. So take that and stick it up your yogi squat.
Catherine said she's surprised I didn't talk back like I did to my chem teacher. What's up with teachers not liking me this semester? Must be because I undermine their authority, while still getting A's and doing killer poses! :]P
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