School Sucks. And So Does Zac Efron.

This whole "school" thing is not working out for Miss Pressnall.


This weekend I had the following for homework:

Complete upside down drawing
Define English vocabulary
Start Cold Sassy essay
Practice All Region Music
Type up a chemistry lab
Do chemistry book work
Make a chart for Chinese dynasties
Make a chart for Indian dynasties
Make a chart for 5 different religions
Finish S.C.R.I.P.T.E.D chart.
Finish civilization web map
Take notes on India
Make a organizational note thing on India
Write questions on India
Make a French advertisement
Study parent functions
Finish graphing math worksheet.

This may or may not sound like a lot. But let me add this: I was at marching till 1:30 a.m. on Friday, so obviously, I didn't get anything done. Sarah's birthday party took up Saturday. (Which was quite fun, actually.) And on Sunday, I had church, and I had to do a Drive Time. (Which sucked. I am a horrible driver.) So, basically, I had 6 hours to finish all of that homework.

Yeah.

I don't think I can do all this.

Anyway,

Today has not been a good day. It's been one of the gloomy days where nothing seems to make you happy. And you wake up at 4:30 to do homework, but then give up because you're way too tired. And it's pouring down rain outside, and messes up you're already bedraggled looking hair. And you get to school and remembered 497529034857239485 things you forgot to do over the weekend, and you look like a slacker to your teachers, because you have like 8 missing assignments in their class. And they look at you all dissapointedly. Then you notice the shirt you wore has a gigantic stain on the back, that no one's bothered to tell you about. And you have a substitute for the 12th day in a row in art. And Ms. Coupe (the sub) keeps talking at you to do things that you know won't matter in three minutes. Then you come home, and remember the massive amount of homework you have, but you decided to blog, because...

I don't know why.

SUBJECT CHANGE!

(See how I sprung that upon you? I bet you didn't see THAT one coming.)

Dear Zac Efron,


I sure have been seeing you a lot lately. Seems like everywhere I go, there is some vague hint of Eau De Efron. (Figuratively speaking.) I mean, you have your own doll fashioned after you. And according to IMDb, you've got an yet another High School Musical movie coming out. So, you seem pretty successful. So what's my problem?

Why?

Why are you famous?

You aren't attractive:












Ew. Not cool. You look like you get up every morning and put on your perfectly toussled hair. It's like a hat. A hair-hat.
Also, your eyes are awkwardly small compared to the rest of your face. And your eyebrows are really thick.

You are also a terrible actor. Have you seen High School Musical? Did you forget how awful the entire thing was? I don't think something of that magnitude can really escape your memory.

Also, you're on every single cover of those terrible magazines for eleven year old girls, whose Mom's approve of the non-threatening teen stars on the covers. Like this one:












As you can see, most of the captions involve Disney channel stars, who have really only one claim to fame, and a lot of tween fangirls. I don't know about these Jonas Brothers characters. But I'm pretty sure they're just like you, Mr. Efron. And I'm pretty sure they don't actually ever write new magazines. They basically just take the cover, move the pictures around, throw some new captions under there, and rearrange the pages. Then call it something awesome like "Tiger Beat", and you've got yourself a non-threatening, tween, mostly Zac Efron oriented magazine!

My point is, Mr. E, is that you have no credibility. None. I mean, I take Pete Wentz more seriously than you.

I predict in the next couple of years, you'll do something stupid, like, date Lindsay Lohan or something, and get addicted to heroine, and spend the next few years in rehab and social obscurity.

In conclusion,

Enjoy this while it lasts, Zacster.