Balance?

"The two sides to any person in this world. The sides to who I am. Finding for who you are. The peaceful and childish side that is symbolised by the green. The scribbles that make up the innocence. The way how my mother views me, that of a little girl. The dark side, symbolised by the navy blue. Isolation, low self esteem, frustration and anger to meet ridiculous date lines or end up dead. Temptations that my older sister tells me. Pulled between two role models, Hopefully a balance is found to survive this world. Seems easy but not, with other people telling you what is right and wrong, thoughts thoughts and more thoughts that obstruct you to see who you really are. Symbolised by the white flowers. Religion telling me that we must do good to go to heaven. Religion that's been tainted by self righteous people. They've tainted white with black. The balance when fulfilled will bring great success and make you shine"
Something I managed to come up with within 15 minute, in church, with Pastor Prince speaking.
I sent that to my art teacher who later called me up to ask me if I was in a movie and asked where was the sms.
I told her I sent it but she did not receive it.
The long SMS became a MMS because it was too long, she did not receive it.
She did not fucking receive it.
She smsed me, asked me to give me the gist of it, she had to leave the house very soon to hand in the UOB paintings.
Teary eyed, I forced myself to type what she calls the "gist" of it.
It was disgusting and a little embarrassing for probably 15 seconds.

On Thursday night, I reached home at 6pm, I painted and finished at 12am.
Headed to school for College day the following day to hand in my painting.
I filled in ALL the particulars for the UOB competition.
Professor Umbridge, my art teacher, was too busy mending the haunted house that she could not spare me a minute so that I could talk to her and pass her the piece personally.
Instead, I had to hand it in to some other Random teacher who was mending the stall too.
After selling all of the muffins, I left to find her.
She was missing, Again.
Useless.
When you want to see her, she is not there. When you don't want to see her, she's everywhere in every one's business, asking about everyone secrets.
She is a true blue Kaypo.
You know the annoying kid in class, that tags along with you for recess because he has no one else. Because he has no friends. Sometimes- no, most of the time, I feel like she's exactly like that.
Except, she is a teacher, which makes the whole situation a lot weirder.
So I got really upset when the same random teacher told me she left to do something.
Okay fuck it, so I left except the side gate was locked.
Really funny, God.
I went to find my friends, we had coffee at Starbucks and I watched Hancock with my mom.
Professor Umbridge had Saturday to check if the entries were in place.
After all, that is what a teacher is suppose to do right?
To check and make sure?
Of course, I understand that it's my responsibility too.
Maybe I did not read that part of the instructions of the UOB competition which states that we need to write at 200 word description about the painting.
But whatever the case is, I did not see that part even though I read the instructions beforehand.
Whatever.
Today, Sunday, she called me up at 1230pm, yelling at me for not having a description.
Going mad and saying that I've to come up with something on the spot like "RIGHT NOW!"
I did and she couldn't receive it.
I wanted to text her a long message of how disappointed I was.
But then she called me and asked me where the fuck was my description which I had sent.
I guess, the part when she said "YOU'RE AT A MOVIE HUH"
really fucking Pissed me off.
I'm at church, on a fucking Sunday and she accusing me of That when I'm already trying my fucking best to fucking give a fucking last minute fucking description really just Kinda, just Kinda only, pissed me off.

This is why, I've come to a conclusion, that she is a useless Cunt and I'm really, so Sick and tired of it.
So sick and tired of it.
I feel like I'm working at a job I hate which is ironic because I love art.
I should pull the same shit off to her.
Be all nice and sickly sweet and like stab her behind her back in the end.
So incompetent.
Now I understand why Tiffany used to act that way around her.
I did not want to do the painting in the first place, but her persistent "please do it. just try just dopqwjfioqwebfiomgstfu"
I did the painting and slept so late.
Handed it in to some random teacher ( who doesn't even work in the art faculty btw) just because she wouldn't spare me 1 minute.
She did not check the entries instead decided to wait till Sunday.
Called me up, asked me to hurry to make up for MY INCOMPETENCE.
Told her I was in church.
Came up with something she couldn't receive.
Accused me for not sending her the description and accused me of being at a movie.
When I already said I was in church.
Made me give her a gist, which she probably didn't understand.


Seems like drama likes to happen.
On Thursday, a drunk man went up to me and my friends at PS Starbucks.
He only wore a leather jacket, leather pants and boots.
He had 3 crosses tattooed across his chest and he looked all satanist and mad.
He had a bottle of gin in one hand and couldn't stop blabbering nonsense.
It was 6pm, pick hour and honestly, too early to be drunk.
My friends and I couldn't help but laugh while looking away so that he wouldn't get offended.
He pointed at me and said " BITCH IF YOU'VE TO BALLS YOU'D TELL ME WHATS SO FUNNY"
And said shit like " WILL YOU BE INVITED TO MY RITUAL? NOOOO"
"WHATS UP HUH... ST ANDREWWWWWWWWWWWZZZZZ"
Ok, how did he know our school? But okay.
Poor thing, Sheena became a victim to his verbal abuse. " YOU BITCH! YOU FUCKINGGGG CUNT"
And there was this ahsoh grandma behind him trying to walk pass him but he wouldn't give way, quite comical.

So anyway, that was how my week went.